Nearly three hours past the boy’s bedtime and I can hear him tossing and turning in his bed. I went to check on him in his bedroom, and he told me that he couldn’t sleep. I said, Join the club, bud. And the boy said, “It’s hard to sleep when it’s too hot from the heater.” And I said, Yep.
And the boy said, “How come you’re still awake?” And I said, I can’t sleep. And the boy said, “What can make us sleep better?” And said, I dunno, maybe close your eyes and think of sleepy things. Like, close your eyes and imagine that there’s a bird taking you to a faraway place called Slumber, where you’ll have good dreams.
And the boy said, “Yeah, that doesn’t help.” And I said, Then I’m all out of ideas, sorry.