My pal sleep

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I remember hating to go to bed as a child. Couldn’t I just stay up a little bit more?  I’m still like this, needing to be told to go to bed. My face clearly showing I’m gone but holding on anyway afraid to miss something. I’m never in a hurry to meet up with my pal sleep. I know sleep will always come to visit. I’m lucky in that way.

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