Isla looked at my face this morning and asked a very maybe wise beyond her years/obvious/ simple question: Mummy, why don’t you sleep at night? What could I say? Because I’m cold, Because I’m reading, Because I’m hungry, Because I feel crowded, Because I feel alone, Because I think too much, Because it’s too quiet. Are you breathing? Have I done enough? How old am I? How old are you? Shit. Because I’m crafting complicated sentences. Fuck it. What time…
