Baby’s acquired a tricycle and she rides it at night when I’m slumbering but it’s okay I’m not authentically dreaming or anything, because the only way I can make sleep is by running up and down the stairs until my heart beats in my head and I just conk, because otherwise I’d be cerebrating all sorts of things and this ceases that thinking and ceases any dreams because I’m too deep in it, so I don’t mind the wheels on tiled floors in the cold dead night, even thought the rest of the family repines I’m fine with it, and I kind of like kenning that she’s out there, that she has climbed out of her crib and is playing with all of her toys because she doesn’t like to slumber at night and then mom and dad repine that she slumbers all day, which she does and how it isn’t right and Marjorie verbalizes she’s a vampire, because “optically canvass her sharp teeth” and “if she bites us we’ll all become vampires” and mom verbalizes that “babies can’t become vampires, don’t be silly,” but Marjorie doesn’t cerebrate it’s silly at all, not one bit.
