How to Put Me to Sleep


Tell me about your dreams.
(Or try to.)
It’s that simple.
No need to fix me a glass of warm milk. (I detest it anyway.) No need to parade sheep in front of me. No need to turn on C-SPAN.
Just say, “Let me tell you about this dream I had.”
(You are not Martin Luther King, Jr.)
That is all.
Good night.
Minor Disclaimer: There are, of course, exceptions. For instance, a month or so ago, Aaron told me about a dream he had that was quite entertaining. But it was hilarious and didn’t involve school, missing an important test, or forgetting to put on his pants.