Drifting Off #2
Before bedtime is when I do most of my reading these days. Either just before my daughter’s bedtime, or before my own. With my daughter I get 20 minutes of sky pirates, wizards and putting on silly voices. Finding a cliffhanger when she’s starting to drift. ‘Are you still there?’ I ask her, quietly mostly, but not if it’s an exciting bit that I want to read. And then there’s my own bedtime, laying on my belly reading a book about object-relations and schizoid disorders, in the end having to focus with one eye, alternating, they’re so sore. Bleary and unremembered.