Mr. Sandman

 
My sons are both skilled sleepers and I envy them. When they snooze — which is often — they throw themselves into the embrace of slumber with the same abandon that Billy Bob Thornton throws himself into marriage. Except they tend to sleep longer than Billy Bob stays married.
They are the only people [...]

Bediquette

It was just a bad dream, but it scared me.  I don’t know that anyone’s ever been acquitted of murder because their mate was a bed hog, but it wouldn’t surprise me.
When my wife and I were first married, we had an iron-framed, sway-backed, double bed that my parents had given me when I went [...]

Sleepless Nights

“Why is my curfew nine o’clock?” my eighteen-year-old son asked.  “On a weekend.  In the summer.”
“Because I need my sleep,” I answered.
When my kids are out at night, I’m restless and sleepless until they come home.  By this point in my life I had expected I’d be sleeping like a baby.
Of course, anyone who has [...]