Awake Asleep Awake

Awake... write a post. Check facebook, pinterest, email. Asleep... dream, shift, shuffle, pee. Does it matter? Morning will come and I'll want to sleep more, the kids will wake too early for me. Day will come with crepes and  laundry, dishes and a struggle to get everyone dressed. Why not take comfort in this silence but for the air conditioner I so strongly opposed? The rise and fall of the sheets over two sleeping beings next to me. Heads turned away from the glow, legs tangled, the smell of  sweet sweat in their hair. Tessa always wakes with a story of her dreams... Thatcher sneaks off the side of the bed. I stay, as long as I can, holding my breath and praying this never ends.