Simone felt simply exhausted. Nonetheless, she still had duties to perform before crawling into her own bed: she had to read little B his requisite bedtime stories. She struggled through one book, nodding off in spite of herself. The second was a mercifully short one and Simone gamely made her way through it without snoozing. The third however...
The third and last was a Doctor Seuss. Full of nonsensical rhymes, dizzying blends of shapes and colours and an aimless plot line. Simone was snoring by the third page. She struggled to wake up but couldn't manage it and, inexplicably, the pages had changed when she finally succeeded in opening her eyes. She flipped the pages back, frantically trying to rejoin the page she'd been on.
Little B placed his hand on Simone's forearm. "It's okay, Mom. I already finished reading it myself."
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