I awoke from a dream to hear my boy getting out of bed around 2:30am. His little steps came closer and he stood invisible nextto my bed. I threw back the covers and heard a little voice emanating from the black depths of the room. It said "I want you". 
With hat, I was joined by my son who snuggled up close and clasped his arms around my neck and clung on. It was lovely for yen seconds but breathing then became a priority for me. He reduced his clasp on my airwaves as we tried to find a mutually agreeable position. Ten mins later he sounded asleep so I turned away from him but then backed up so I was touching him. 
I know it's not great of me to not frog march him back to his own bed like his mother would have me do but I think it means he goes off to sleep quicker and stays in bed longer in the morning. 
I love sharing a bed with him so long as I sleep. 
Nine times out of ten he stays in his own bed anyway. Much to his mums annoyance as he gets up neatly every night with her.

He was chirpy as I dropped him at nursery on a cold and icy morning. I noted that he seemed full of happiness so I could think back to him as I drove to work and felt the usual pang of guilt.