Time for Bed

The world is large and, really, quite intimidating at some points. The police car blocks away wails onward into the night, and the airplanes overhead land on the runway just miles from the house. The night is a purplish-grey and the blinds are closed, but the grass sunk underneath the sky is the deep green of a new, misty rain. It's these times when I wonder what it truly means to sleep. What the consequences will be if I don't, what the rewards will be if I do. The way to sleep is a hard, hard path and, sometimes, it's not the one I feel like taking. Last night, Bek couldn't fall asleep. I sat in bed, in my newfound cleanness and peace with the world, and sang primary songs. -Are you sure this is helping? -Yea, that last one almost made me fall asleep. -(Rachel continues singing) At some points I had to mumble the words and, at others, I skipped entire verses. And, even though I don't know at which point my little sister fell asleep, I had the peace and the satisfaction of knowing that I helped it happen. Sometimes it's hard for me to remember that I'm a big sister. So, our time draws near. Soon will come the popping of contacts and eyelids and the washing of faces. And, eventually, sleep will come, no matter the obstacles that lie between it and I. Night.