Mr. Sandman: Why me?
When stress mounts, my children love to “nite nite” in my bed; therefore, I have an exploding, farting, child on my right, and a snoring, conversational, deep sleeper on my left.
I lie in the middle (like a referee) separating an unconscious game of tug-a-war with my blanket. Even though I’m in the middle, I’m still left uncovered. Most of all, I play dodgeball all night with their expertly placed jabs, kicks, and elbows. Wow, that was a close one!
My body lies battered, and my mind is awake. Mr. Sandman sighs! Why, please send me a dream?
Sandman: by Efren BuenRostro Jr.
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