On talking in one’s sleep.

[It’s bedtime – the kid passed out almost immediately, barely hearing a page of her book. I turn off the light and prepare to extricate myself from the covers, but suddenly she’s bolt upright again, albeit with her eyes closed…]

Mummy!

Yes?

Can you come and read to me again tomorrow night to compensate for this dismal bedtime?

 

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