Short, weird, fun!

“All right, sweetie! Time to go to bed.”

“Don’t wanna.”

She sat down in front of me, putting her hands on my shoulders so that I had to look at her or make it obvious that I was avoiding it. “Is there something wrong? Is it bad dreams?”

I shook my head.

“Ah… it’s because of what you have to do in the morning.”

I closed my eyes and dropped my chin to my chest.

“Sweetie… not going to bed won’t make morning take any longer to get here. And don’t you think it’ll be easier to get through if you’re rested, than if you’re slow and cranky from lack of sleep?”

That was May – sensible through and through. It didn’t make the thought of sleep, of essentially jumping forward through the night to the thing that I was dreading in the morning, any easier.