Sometimes afternoon naps happen when I need them to. Sometimes afternoon naps do not happen when I need them to. This is one of the latter times. The exhaustion is great for writing, terrible for happiness.
By Maggie McGinity
I cannot sleep over their shouts and screams.
But it’s nice to lie here with closed eyes and dream.
I enjoy going over all my little schemes
To keep you, safely, within your seams.
I am glad for the job I couldn’t trust
To anyone else, though once thought I must.
For you are what you will not always wish to be,
And I do not rob, but aid gently to flee.
So here I am. Here I retreat,
With hazy eyes and lazy feet.
Just lie here and simply repeat:
‘The dream is mine. No need for sleep.'”
It’s late September and I really should be back at school …
But I’m as blind as a fool can be”
On our own