In Memory of Sleep

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A glorious weekend
That starts before the light
Not with a whisper
Or an alarm
Or the urging call of nature

The child can be heard talking
Announcing his arrival
Going back to close his door
Then hurrying across
Imaginary dog in tow

Our door opens with a creak
And a declaration of the day
Before he clambers into bed
Sprawling on our legs
And chatting up a storm

Our silence means nothing
Groans ignored
Questions firing at lightning speed
We dread to check the clock
Yet he tells us what he sees

Now he runs from room to room
Trains strewn across the floor
Invisible pet behind him
Every noise a sign of play
Never shall we sleep-
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.
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How did she fall back asleep?

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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.
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14 Responses to In Memory of Sleep

  1. Brought back memories of two toddlers both inciting the other. Well done. “How did she go back to sleep?” indeed.

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  2. Jan Hawke's avatar Jan Hawke says:

    I have 2 fur babies like that! πŸ˜€

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  3. Some people just have the gift of falling back asleep. I’m not one of them. If the sun’s risen and I wake up, I’m a goner. Looks like you have the same problem. My condolences, friend.

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    • Same here. For me, I get up before the sun some days. If the alarm is set for 6 AM then I wake up at 5:50 for some reason. The funny thing is how many people told my wife that ‘you will become a light sleeper after the baby is born’. I could march an elephant through the room while blasting Metallica and she’d only roll over.

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  4. lilicasplace's avatar lilicasplace says:

    Those days are long gone for me. One day you’ll miss it though. Mark my words. πŸ™‚

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  5. To sleep. Perchance to dream.

    Is this what awaits me? *shudder*

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