She yawned. It was one of those yawns that went down and lifted your arms, so deep it tilted your head and closed your eyes. If it wasn’t for the makeup you could have seen the dark circles under her eyes. This was the 9th day in a row she’d stayed up well past her normal bed time of 9:30 pm. Why?
Why torture herself with staying up when she was already tired and why days of it. Life. There were people who wanted to talk and spend time, events to go to, things to see. She realized early that sleep, while wonderful, should be sacrificed in the face of experiences, love, life..the stuff of memories. You may remember a particularly splendid nap but not as much as the time spent with and for loved ones.
Thomasa L. Pridgen 