Honestly Sleepy


I refuse to help her pack. But, I’m nearby…commenting, asking questions, offering advice. I want to sleep but the hours are few…and then she’s gone.  

I need to write but the quiet won’t come until tomorrow.

“What do I need to pack?” she asks. 

“Toothbrush, underwear, Kleenex, phone charger,” I reply. 

“What time are you leaving tomorrow?” I ask. 

“Well, I should leave by noon but we all know that I won’t leave until 4,” she says with a giggle.  
How could I possibly choose sleep over this honest conversation? 


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