up to a shaking bed.
i turn the light on.
what's going on i ask her.
looking at her leg
twirling,
shaking.
if her foot was in a tub
of milk,
we'd have butter
by morning.
it's the
restless leg syndrome
she says.
you mean the jimmy leg.
yeah.
the jimmy leg.
sorry, i can't help it.
it has a mind of its own.
something
to do with the nervous system.
sometimes it lasts
all night long.
should i go home?
i know you can't sleep.
ummm. sure if you want to.
lock the door
on the way out.
night.
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