Perfection

After a long Saturday of high school rugbying, sushiing, old boysing, café 41ing and Dot's birthdaying, I was quite zonked on Sunday. After visiting my gran in hospital I returned home and managed to catch a few z's. This was wonderful except that when night fell and I realized I had to be up before the birds chirped the next morning, I could not fall into the land of Nod as I had hoped. As time went by I became more aware of how tired I'd be the next morning if I didn't fall asleep at that exact moment, leading to anxiety and other such feelings. Following some bad TV and a bed time story I still lay sleepless as the seconds ticked by. After about half an hour, I heard a little voice from under the covers that arbitrarily muttered, "Baby. You're perfect." And so set in my slumber.