Monday, January 7, 2019

The Middle of the Night

Ill and discombobulated, 

I was still dozing when Caleb came

To bed just after one.


It took him three seconds to climb over me

And curl up between the parents.

“Finally,” he said with an exasperated sigh.


“I need water,” he said, almost immediately.

“Go get it,” I directed. 

It wouldn’t take him long, and I was ill.


A half hour slowly passed.

Suddenly: hard jabs in my thigh, again and again.

“What?” I asked, amused.


“Maybe we could go together?”


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