The room is dark, his brother is sleeping, I know he’s awake but he is not crying.  Toby is a brave little boy.  He asked for water. He asked for Pablo the Penguin. But now he’s quiet.  He’s run out of requests, and he’s too obedient to leave the bed.  Besides, he’s got Isaac softly snoring to keep him safe.  It might take him awhile to nod off.  He slept through dinner in my arms.  Sleeping for several hours in the evening is a surefire recipe for insomnia. However, he’s still sick, and the more he sleeps the better. He’s a good boy.  We said our prayers.  He’s safe and I hope he has good dreams.  Maybe he’ll even dream about coconuts.

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