let sleeping tigers lie



madison is curled up against my sweater, the on that’s on top of the trivial pursuit box. he’s sleeping in the sunny shafts of light filtered through the dirty window. it is taking every ounce of my strength to not go over there and bug the shit out of him. mostly, i’m just jealous because if it were yesterday, right now would be my naptime. but sadly it is today and already nearing 5 o’clock though my body is screaming nap, nap, oh sweet let us nap.

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