The poet William Carlos Williams has a poem that starts something like, "When my wife is sleeping, / And Katherine and the baby are sleeping," then goes on to describe how he suddenly rises up and dances ridiculously, feeling himself to be the master of his own household. It's a lovely poem, expressing contentment and restlessness at the same time. I can understand the feeling at this moment--my husband is sleeping (rare for him to sleep in the middle of the day), and my baby is sleeping...I don't feel like dancing however. Mostly I feel like joining them. And sleeping for about five hours.
Even fifteen minutes will suffice.
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