i hear creatures running around on the roof, down the walls, across the gutters. i pretend they’re squirrels out for a nightly romp. i don’t really think they’re squirrels.
i have the recurring dream (or is it nightmare?) that i am informed my high school diploma is not valid and i must return to finish it.
a little boy shuffles in the hallway somewhere between midnight and morning. he says he sees a bug.
a migraine creeps in and holds on till the next evening. i don’t sleep and in the precious few moments of mental clarity i make a comparison of the pains of labor versus the pains of migraines.
a girl stirs at 5 and stares at her papi until his eyes slowly open. she then squeals and pants and declares it playtime.