The Girl and the Good Sleep
by Grace Singer
One more hour of sleep
Once upon a time there was a girl.
Sleep wouldn't come this morning.
The girl couldn't sleep and when she did it was for inordinate amounts of time.
I hate these restless mornings.
The girl tried almost too hard to sleep by lying in bed until she could stand it no more.
It was pointless to stay in bed with the TV blaring in the next room and considering Saturday morning cartoons were on the noise wasn't going to end any time soon.
The girl had had enough.
I rolled out of bed.
She was going to undertake the greatest quest of her life.
The least I could do was get something for breakfast and a tall glass of water to end my serious case of dry-mouth.
She was going to search for the mythical good sleep.
Days like today really aren't worth getting out of bed.