Our 2am, 4am, 6am feedings have already begun and he isn't even born yet. It has been years since I've risen before the sun. And here I am riddled with hormones, my body obeying the impulses to feign sleep. I've given into the urges, no longer willing to fight with the sheets and the pillows. I rest only in knowing there is some primordial reason for this insomnia. I can sleep when I'm dead.
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