I hear the wind
Upon the glass
Joined by a pounding rain
I feel so drained
All muscles cold
As if my body hates the day
I fight my eyes
They strain to close
A morning battle with my lids
What is it with this weather?
That makes me turn to corpse
Cursing the day that will not let me sleep
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About Charles Yallowitz
Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
I sleep but my grandson’s snoring wakes me. I stagger around, concoct another prescription espresso and sit down at the dining room table and the laptop. If that doesn’t work I try to read. If that doesn’t work and I try to fall asleep again only this time on the couch, I’m finally wide awake with sinus still angry.
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I’ve been a lot better at sleeping through stuff. The issue comes when the weather is miserable and I have to wake up. So hard to get out of a warm bed when it’s cold and I hear rain on the window.
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It’s been happening lately. I have the perfect number of blankets for that toasty cocoon, I open my eyes and my first thought is ‘no’ although I’m classically a lover of wee-hours before the world awakens writing, weather be damned.
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I tried that this morning. The toddler crawled into the bed and decided to talk about how he isn’t tired any more. Until he’s older, I’m forever at 7 AM wake up.
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It’s amazing how they wake up completely energized and talking.
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I think it’s a trick. I’ve seen him waking up and it’s a slow process. Guessing he stays quiet until he gets his energy and then makes us think he did it.
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Maybe… many times my grandson is the alarm, loud and clear. I don’t know how he does it.
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They get more sleep and sugar than the rest of us.
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Well, we can do something about the sugar end of it…
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Usually. Sometimes he figures out which adult hasn’t been paying attention and mooches extra cookies.
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That old trick! My grandson is innocent enough to let his mother and I hear him ask the other for what he was just told he couldn’t have.
May it always remain this innocent!
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He whispers when going for seconds. He’s also aware that my sister doesn’t know the house rules, so he can trick her a few times.
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Aunties rock. 🙂
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Be glad there is a difference between humans and bears. (even though you might envy bears)
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Those lucky hibernating jerks. Lording over us with their sleep and ability to eat berries without washing them.
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And don’t forget the summer objective of getting as fat as possible
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Guess humans and bears do have some things in common. 😀
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Cold rain is the worst. I feel for you 😦
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And with the harsh wind, it’s like getting smacked in the face when I go outside.
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Can you imagine having to wait at a bus stop in that harsh reality? I can’t.
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Or wrangling a kid to get him in a car seat, but he wants to splash in the puddles? Bus is still worse since there’s no entertainment there.
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