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.”