To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

 

When the kids were young, we had just returned from a long trip,

going to bed I had just fallen asleep.

 

Maureen heard someone outside the house and woke me.

 

Not really awake I rolled out a bed and grabbed a short stick I kept near the bed (Short Stick being one of my studies).

 

I crept down stairs and quietly turned on the outside light.

 

Finding a raccoon had invaded our trash can. I went back upstairs after turning over the light. Tossed the stick to my wife and told her, next time you go, you are a black belt after all.

 

And I went back to sleep, back to sleep, perchance to dream of raccoons and trash cans.