Lens: Voigtlander nokton 50mm f1.1
Camera: NEX-7, ISO1600, f1.8, 1/200, raw
Goodnight, sleep tight, and don’t let the monster bite.
I feel nervous. Anxious. And restless.
After the last several weeks of imposed hyperactivity I’m finally facing a few quiet days, and this puts me off. I already feel like I’m wasting time. And I already fear that the best time is going, if it hasn’t already gone. I feel I’m slow, that I’m not taking my chances, that I’m not playing the game good enough. Then the evening eventually comes, I drink a couple of glasses of wine, and I finally relax.
Luckily for me, there’s another thing that chills me out besides alcohol, that is, playing with Agata. She’s getting sweeter and sweeter every day, now she hugs, caresses and kisses. And when she sees me, she totters, grabs my legs, and cries for being taken in my arms. Which makes whatever thought or anxiety simply fade away.
After almost five days without seeing me, today Agata wanted to spend as much time as possible together. We played in the morning, we played in the late afternoon when I was back from the office, and we played in the evening after she had dinner. We played until every drop of residual energy in her was finally spent, and she essentially dropped down sleeping. We know when it’s time for her to sleep because then she turns to her mother and cries to be taken. She wants Claudia for that.
When I walked down to her room to kiss her goodnight I found her in a very deep sleep. The room dimly lit by the pinkish light from barbapapa night-light. Agata has her mother, father, and barbapapa lamp to watch over her dreams. I felt the anxiety creeping back in my head, now that Agata is asleep it’s time for that glass of wine…