Sleep Is a Brief Visitor

It's 9:30 P. M. and I'm sitting at my computer writing in between sleeping. I would drop off, head bowed, otherwise sitting upright in my chair. Phillip is studying. Suddenly I hear him say, "Dad, Dad." I wake and look over at him. "Maybe you better go to bed."

So I begin a sloth-like move toward bed. As soon as I lay down, I'm more awake. I read, get sleepy, turn off the light about 10:00 P. M.

One-thirty A. M. I wake. I lay in bed forty-five minutes. I get up, come here, turn on the TV, and begin to drift aimlessly on the internet. I read through the most recent blog posts of my students, and drift to writing here again.

Sleep. Please come back. Sleeeeep, perchance to dream . . . Again.