Nothing can prepare you for the Sleep of the Parents. If sleep is an ocean, then I used to sleep on the floor of it, a sunken thing among the catfish, bubbles blooping from my dreaming mouth towards the surface. Now I sleep in a little rowboat. In a thunderstorm, during a war, with cannons going off all night long. And also sharks.(Not that I can exactly relate, or at least complain, because I still sleep exceptionally well despite Ezra. Just not as well as before Ezra...)
Friday, January 04, 2013
"Sleep of the Parents"
Quoted from All and Sundry, from the book Waiting for Birdy by Catherine Newman:
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