This morning I felt like I was in one of those crazy poems from "Where the Sidewalk Ends."
One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise
and ran to save the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man, he saw it, too.
I woke up to the sound of the garage door opening at 6 am. As I got up to brush my teeth, Jeffrey was walking in the house from another long night on call at the hospital. He kissed me good morning; I kissed him goodnight. He went to bed, and I went to school. One bright day in the middle of the night...
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