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Learning to Rest on the Seventh Day

My eyelids flew open to stare at the ceiling. I felt my gut slowly overturn and a slight frown form on my face. “Today’s Sunday” I realized. All at once I felt heavy. Sinking, 3 G’s of force going down the Olympic bobsled track kind of heavy.

I heard the tiniest of grunts and saw my infant daughter’s little body began to stir in her bassinet next to our bed.

I steeled myself then slowly I pulled off my covers and slithered backwards off the bed. Most of my mornings began with the slither.

“Please don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up.”

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