I stay glued to the couch, the couch that’s blessedly free from little people overcrowding me, needing me, whining at me
“Yeah, soon. A few more minutes,” I reply half-heartedly.
I can’t come yet. I can’t pull myself away from this long awaited indulgence. I simply refuse to let this beautiful silence be wasted on sleep.
After a long and grueling day (like all the others), I savor the nothingness that has settled upon my living room. I am antsy to begin my non-slumber party — with myself.
How can I waste this gift on sleep I can’t even be awake to enjoy?
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