Nap Monster

Most of the time I rock Zoe to sleep in my arms, I fall asleep too. Half of the time I fall asleep before her. I'm not a geezer, but it's clear my body is an opportunist. I'm not certain how I can sleep through Zoe touching my mouth and saying "lips," poking my eyes and saying "eyes," and then - of course - her lovey, nestled between our faces, soggy and cold with her slobber. When I open my eyes, there it is - looming hideously just inches from my nose - daring me to make a noise and wake her up.