Nocturnal Nothings by Amy Friedman

You were thrashing in your sleep.
I wasn’t sleeping.
Yes you were. You were yelling and swearing, too.
I never swear.
I should tape you. You really have a mouth on you.
How can I sleep when you’re always on your damn iPad?
Oh come on now! You sleep with your pillow over your face!
I keep it there so that I can’t see the light. What are you doing anyway?
Reading a book. And you were snoring.
Oh, go back to sleep.
I’m supposed to get back to sleep after you wake me up like that?


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