2:30AM.
Mallory shakes Scott’s leg as he is sound asleep.
“Scott, I’m going to the store,” she says.
“Why?” he said.
“To get Sleepytime tea. I think Mike drank all of mine,” she says.
“Do you want me to go with you?” he asks, knowing Mallory’s past as a 3AM park walker, Walmart zombie, and chronic insomniac.
“No, I’m good.”
Fifteen minutes later, Scott can’t sleep. He wanders out into the kitchen.
“What if we finish up the last of that song like this…” he begins.
“Scott, what are you doing?!” Mallory cries.
“Finishing a song,” he says.
“It’s 3AM!”
“Apparently, I can’t sleep.”
They make lavender, peppermint tea with a spoonful of honey and apply lavender essential oils to their palms. Mallory makes a list of things to do in the morning or now if she can’t sleep.
“Here,” Scott says. “I’m gonna dictate a blog to you:
“Mallory shakes Scott’s leg as he’s sound asleep…”