“Book 1, The Magician’s Nephew. Chapter 1,” I begin, trying to conceal a yawn.
“No, let’s skip this book,” Holly says. “It doesn’t fit in perfectly with all the others. It’s kind of weird.”
“True,” says Hazel. “Okay, skip it. I wanna hear about Lucy.”
Thank goodness. Only 6 books to go. We’ll get through that eventually. I pick upThe Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.
The girls happily snuggle up closer, with their stuffed animals, as I begin to read the classic tale. Before long, both of them have passed out. I try to keep reading, so that I don’t ruin the relaxing sound that lulled them to sleep. But eventually, my yawns begin to overtake me, and my hand grows heavy holding the book. It falls to my stomach.
I rub my eyes and put my arm around Holly.
Maybe if I just close my eyes for one minute…