Up past my bedtime...the past six months I seem to not be able to get myself to sleep by my "bedtime"...but I digress.
Up past midnight, finally going to bed...I hear the russle... and find the girl quickly trying to put the big book away before I catch her.
It's the weekend, although she does have piano lesson in the morning...how can I deny my youthful doppelganger one last chapter.
So I leave her, reminding her to finish and go to bed soon! As I am reminded of those man nights of my youth spent in similar respite.
*her poison, Stephen King's "It".
Wearing Weary
"There is no normal life that is free of pain. It's the very wrestling with our problems that can be the impetus for our growth.&q...
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