It’s 2:00 A.M. Give or take. Can’t Sleep. Must Ficlet.

How is it that a four year old can take up an entire bed is beyond my tired mind. Yet again, he has. Thirty-one pounds sprawled over a cacophony of pilllows and blankets.

Oh! Did I mention he kicks. He also thinks my face is his personal pillow. Sleep not coming. No sandman here.

Maybe, I can sleep here, he’ll never be able to crawl up onto the desk, he’s too short.

Yeah, that’s it if I kick the chair away he’ll never make it.

I just need a pillow. This keyboard doesn’t look to soft, but…

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