A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

Apple. Tree.

So, I’m an insomniac. Less these days, as the kids are good at not letting me sleep. But still. So I never expected to sleep. And... well they are my sons. So tonight, Olivier sang in his bed until 9:30, and Henri had fun resisting sleep. Here he is. He had fallen asleep, finally, so I put him to bed. Walked back in the room five minutes later and got that grin. At 10:30.

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