Due to lung crud buildup, Miss Beckett hasn't slept well in four nights, which means her mother and father haven't slept either. It's rough losing sleep. I feel like something wild accosted my eyeballs and dipped them into urine, then fire, then snow. I'm wobbly and weak and in desperate need of a nap. But that's the stuff of parenting isn't it?
I've been watching other creatures sleep. Living vicariously through their slumber. Absorbing their snores, mimicking their toss and turn. It's been a dream.
