Jan
22
Wild Thing
The baby fights sleep. As soon as he starts getting tired he worries that he might miss something good. And so the struggle to stay awake begins.
He frets, he kicks, he shakes his head. He cries his terrible cries and gnashes his terrible gums. It sound like the sun is setting on the planet of the Wookies and the twilight is filled with burbling screams.
And then it is over. He collapses, exhausted. He accepts covers, cuddles, a last feeding. Sleeps. Good night Lex. King of the wild things.
