Sleeptalking

May 22, 2007

Anna just woke up to go the bathroom, and she crawled into Erin’s side of the bed.

“Why aren’t you sleeping, Dad?” she asked me.
“I’m folding clothes and paying bills and other stuff,” I answered.
“You’re not having fun,” she said as her eyes closed again.

Edited 4/22/07: changed “are” to “aren’t”

Anton Zuiker

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