My eyes are tired, longing for plenty hours of sleep. I wouldn’t say a night, because that wouldn’t satisfy a sleep-to-death person like me. Alone in this huge house, in a corner somewhere. A place, where I can curl up, with the oldest blue quilt in the house. With no sounds of the children, no calls of ‘Ammaaaaaa’.. or ‘Induuuuuu’. Where I can shut off from everything, and doze till my eyes are tired again, from an overdose of sleep.