It’s 6:30 AM again;
This is my nightmare, and it’s starting all over again! It’s time to get the changeling’s ready for advanced reeducation in social reorientation training. I try to remember civilized savages don’t eat their young. After depositing the Younglings at the federally funded brainwashing facility, I’m back at the dwelling and headed off to bed; yes, thank you God for half-light. But here we go again. Now the phone won’t stop ringing. And I’m screaming its 9:20 AM! It’s an inarticulate buffoon asking for financial aid for a despondent cause. I replied there could be little hope for the hopelessly misguided of our world. Then, seeking an insightful reply, I ask, must I suffer you one in all? After receiving none, I hang up the phone, adding only a slight shaking of my head. I return to bed, shut my eyes, and beg for sleep to come. Fifteen minutes into my slumber there’s a tapping no rather a continuous wrapping at the outer door of my sanctum. It’s a neighbor from the sane side of the street. And he’s going on about one animal doing something foul or another on his front lawn. I ask who’s really at fault here? Then shutting the exterior door, as I roll my eyes, hang my head and return to the interior room to lie there in repose yet again! It’s now 12:45 PM and my banshee is seated astride me, clearly upset about her life. Parting her lips, she unburdens the secrets of her soul. As I continue to lay supine, my member begins supplying her with comfort. With course words putting much emphasis on her personal needs, she says things need to change. As I place my hand upon her inner thigh, my curious eye sees her cheeks reddened as the bustline heaves. While she continues to thunder along, I kiss the nape of her neck as I’m placing my hand along the small of her back. We both find shelter form the storm. Suddenly her voice cuts in and I’m hearing her say you need to rearrange your mind, stop being such a laus, pick up around the house. It’s time to work on getting a different job to stop being such a slob. With only a hint of spite, she adds, oh, babe, today is your day to pick up the offspring, so don’t forget again! Bearing her fangs, she pushes my head back, bites my neck, kisses me passionately with moist lips then leaves our room; I think I’m about to be sick and swoon. It’s 1:30 PM, and I haven’t entered rim sleep yet! Oh, dear God, please, just a little soon. And I thank you for my nestlings, my spouse, our house on the crazy side of the street. Ya, you know the one with too many animals, the neighbors who obviously don’t have a job anymore, so they keep showing up on my doorstep. And the people here who won’t let you sleep. Yes, I thank you for everyone and everything you’ve given me. But please, just please let me get a little sleep before it’s time to report to the slave pits
again.