When I was a lad I would pride myself in my ability to sleep without moving. After striving for a few weeks one summer, when I was eight or ten, I achieved the perfect motionless night of sleep. I slipped into a tightly made bed in crisp pajamas, folded my hands like a corpse, popped off to sleep and awoke exactly eight hours later, everything exactly as it was the night before. A beautiful summer morning with the sun streaming in. Kids are weird and easily amused.
This very night, I awoke itching and twitching. It is now in fact 3:37am EST. My children are shouting in their sleep and my bride snores happily. I have this quiet moment with you. I'll read some trash, and awake three minutes before I need to be somewhere and it will begin anew. The struggle.
Now, all is calm, all is bright.
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