We Are Tired My Eyes Yell
My eyes are yelling sleep!
But it is a Sunday, and a day off, and I do not want to waste it.
We are tired! They yell.
I give in reluctantly, the way a petulant non-compliant angry
Four-year-old who cannot stay awake one more second does.
Struggle to keep my eyes open.
Angry that they betray me.
The dog is thrilled.
Napping is her favorite thing to do, every day of the week.
Her favorite hobby period.
I curl up in a semi-circle.
Wham!
She hits me in the lower back,
Snuggling close enough to
Feel my kidneys.
We are both snoring in seconds.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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