Scene: Pushing Lila’s stroller one cold autumn day, on the way to see the pediatrician Lila: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Translation: Dammit! I was sleeping! And now I’m cold! I hate my stupid stroller! What’s with all the cobblestones? Ouch! I said, careful! Decibel level: 85dB (comparable to noise of city traffic from inside a car) Scene: Lying...
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This is where dreams are made
This is where dreams are made. In the early morning – at 2am, 3am, 4am, 5am. In a separate room from your husband, the lamp on all night. Baby against your breast. You absorbing the strange sounds she makes in her sleep. Dreams are made when you are wishing that you too could sleep. The...
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