June 20, 2006
"Wane!" Jerked out of sleep, I am aware of someone tugging on my sleeve. "Wane!" Groggily, I prop myself up against the remains of my dreams and open my eyes to find my two-year-old cousin beside my bed. "Desist, infant." I close my eyes and try to remember how nice sleep is. Undeterred, she pokes me in the eye. I yelp and sit up. "Wane!" She points to my window. I squint where she's pointing at - and indeed, it is raining. Resigned, I climb out of bed, pick her up in my arms - and together, we watch the morning rain.