It's 10 o'clock.
7 hours to go.
Please sleep a very long time, nephew baby.
Pretty please.
Mom and I got very little sleep last night.
Not so unusual.
But you're so demanding.
It saps our strength.
Why can't we walk a foot away?
Why must we entertain you every waking moment?
Please sleep, nephew baby.
Because it starts all over again tomorrow...
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Dreams of Eternity
Random babbling and descriptions of my often vivid and bizzare dreams.
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