Sometimes you’re tired.
Falling down tired.
Dead to the world tired.
So tired you’ll fall asleep almost anywhere.
Like in Mom’s underwear drawer,
Big sister’s wedding,
On the floor,
In your dinner,
In your carrier,
In mom’s chair,
On grandpa’s lap,
I don’t know what it is about sleeping children…
That I can’t resist…
Maybe it’s cuz they look so sweet and innocent…
Even though I know they’re not.