There is asleep
There is whatever you call the
Five or ten minutes
A six year old can spend
Still on the bed
Five minutes after verbally acknowledging both
Morning and
Dad
With one leg hanging out and
Only the top of his head peeking out from under the covers
Muttering
In the dark
In an increasingly whiny tone and
Then
If you extrapolate that over the course of an entire day
You have
The state where I now dwell
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