“sleeplaugh”
We shared a room on vacations. Sometimes we shared a bed, but in Myrtle Beach at same-name-no-relation’s place, we got separate beds in the same room. Jess always wanted to stay up and play and talk and ask me questions about the universe or Mom and Dad or the sand or the next day. It annoyed me, so I told her I was going to sleep. She would wait a couple minutes, get out of bed and come over and peer into my face, getting up really close. I would start to laugh; she was breathing so gently. I opened my eyes, pretending I was awakening. What are you doing? I was asleep. She’d say, No, you weren’t, you were laughing. I’d say Yes, that’s because I was having a good dream. You smile too when you’re having a good dream. She’d go and come back and then she’d try to go to sleep with a smile on her face too.
