Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Early Morning

Awake. The house is dark, the boy is crying. I'm out of bed and over the gate into his room before I'm entirely awake.

(Yes, there's a gate on the door to his room. He can - and does - reach over and open it. But not in the middle of the night. If it's dark he calls me and I wake up instantly. This is the way it's always been. Sonya loves the boy as much as I do, but he'd need a gun and several shots through the ceiling to wake his mother up in the middle of the night.)

He's wiggling, dreaming a bad dream, trying to push away whatever he's dreaming about. (Spiders, he usually tells me.) I rest his head on his pillow, cover him up, pat his chest. He drops back into the deep, slow-breathing sleep he inherited from his mother.

I go to pee, then check the time on the cable box in the living room. 4:39 a.m. Nice! I can sleep for an hour and a half more. I go get in bed.

And now I'm wide awake, no position is comfortable, and I'm not even tired.

The house is cool, so the air conditioner isn't running. Occasionally I'll hear the hum of tires on the interstate, but not much. A train runs through on the nearby tracks. Planes, one after another, go over the house.

Man, I think, I'd hate to have to catch a 4:30 a.m. flight.

Then I realize, oh, yeah. FedEx.

Wake the wife up, maybe? See if she's up for some pre-dawn shenanigans?

Probably not the best idea.

I'll never get back to sleep, I'm sure. The last time I remember looking at the clock was 5:30 a.m.

And then the alarm woke me at 6:15. I made it back to sleep after all.

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