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After turning off the light. We remain in the darkness, listening silently. The baby is asleep. He is breathing (weaving us a spell of airy joy with the fineness of his breath). Then his breath becomes inaudible. We know it has not disappeared. We believe it has dissolved into the night (having lost our unbelief, we will not turn on the light to check). Without effort we try to advance in sleep, with sleep, in darkness, with darkness as far as the baby does, but we do not succeed: We are already asleep.