Last night, I was not the restless one. I could hear Daddy rolling around and tossing all night long. He then got up around 430 and didn't go back to bed. So in honor of my Daddy, I wrote him a poem.
Zombie Daddy
Tired. Restless. Bloodshot eyes.
Working. Breathing. One of the guys.
Tossing. Turning. Makes Bater cry.
Stop it!
I'm going back to sleep.
- Bater
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