Tonight, as I am about to climb into bed, I have a song in my head.
It's Cat Stevens' "Peace Train" which I heard today while watching The Rally To Restore Sanity and/or Fear on TV. In the darkness, as I change clothes, I listen to this mental background music and my son's slight asthmatic wheeze. He's in our bed because we have house guests, and they're in his room. I don't realize that my wife has moved to the floor. My son must have been tossing and turning quite a bit to take over the queen-sized while I wrote downstairs, his revenge for being displaced. His tossing and turning won't have any effect on me once I reach my usual near-coma state of sleep.
Before I climb in next to him , I suddenly realize I've unconsciously replaced the word "Peace" with "Sleep".
Yes, I'm climbing on the sleep train.
Sounds nice.
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