Parenting & Other Life Stories

Twilight Walkers

dark moon

My bedroom is shrouded in twilight. The sounds of tiny feet shuffling on the carpet breaches the silence. I pretend to get a few more minutes of sleep. The bed rustles and tiny bodies slide against my sides still warm from their own sleeps. I sigh inwardly wondering when their internal alarms will stop sounding at six in the morning.

The small form on my right whispers, “you tell a story, then me, then you, and you.” I stretch, longing for the echo of sleep that clings to me like cobwebs.

I yawn, “Once upon a time there was two little boys…”

By Shari Marshall – 2018

8 thoughts on “Twilight Walkers

    1. Haha, when I think of that magic age when they don’t want to get up in the morning I amuse myself with thoughts of loud noises and waking them up with silly questions every 5 minutes until they give up and get out of bed!

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    1. I am happy to say they don’t jump on me. They are usually very gentle, although a few times they have thought a spider was crawling on my arm or face because of how they poke at me.

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  1. Those early mornings and late-night sleepwalking end sooner than you’d think. The memories stay and delight once you’ve caught up on your sleep (this takes a bit longer… 😉 ).

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