Five More Minutes, Please

It’s the perennial call of the morning alarm snoozer, of the child being woken up for school. “Five more minutes, please!” It voices a desire to remain in dreamland, to keep the waking world away if only for a little longer.

I came back from our weekend vacation last night, and I realize I’m not ready to rejoin the world just yet. It’s too dark out there, literally as I write this, and metaphorically. I know I have to, need to, face everything going on, but for today I’m going to play with my daughter, watch The Boss Baby together for the thousandth time, and ask for five more minutes, please.

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