Your shattered sleep of baby
Not last night — for that was reserved to be kept up by the cats — but some nights, in the early hours, she may have a night terror, or wake wanting to start the day, perhaps for some milk and a bum pat for you to resume her slumber. On those days until your head hits the pillow once more — you are trance-like — the only redeemable factor is a strong coffee and a cuddle in the morning sun.
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Jason Boudville