Sleepless nights slowly fade into a waking dream called daytime
I carry my child from room to room, his cries rising and falling like a desperate tide
Cradled in my arms he searches for my breast, for sustenance, comfort
We fall asleep side by side, warm soft skin against my chest
Slow cries give in to calm
Breath steadies and falls into place
Sleep comes slow, lingers briefly and without patience
Is it Monday?