she can't sleep.
from side to side she moves.
turning each
pillow over.
what is it dear, i ask.
what's wrong.
she turns on the light.
nothing she says,
getting up in her night gown.
i'm downstairs.
come with me.
so i do. wordless,
we sit in the half
light of night,
drinking milk and
eating cookies.
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