I'll pay you a hundred dollars if you can make me sleep like a babe in a hammock. No pills, thank you very much. Seeing the first light is scarier than when night falls.
Sing me The Smiths' 'I Know It's Over' over and over, or read an Enid Blyton's story till my eyelids head south.
Lyrics excerpted from I Know It's Over:
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well
Enough said
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Stories that may help:
Any of Enid Blyton's
Matilda by Roald Dahl
The Dark Angel by Meredith Ann Pierce (It's a trilogy)
The Goose Girl by ... (KIV)
The Pearl Neckalace by ... (KIV)
Any of RL Stine's
*Please, no Sidney Sheldon; it's vulgar.
These are some of my favourite child-teen hood reads. Maybe I did miss my childhood without knowing until now.
Time check: 6:30am
I'll try to sleep now. Let me know if you can help. I'd better start looking for that hundred dollar note before you call me. Goodnight.
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