you were little and it was nap time. your least favourite thing. why would you wanna sleep when you could be playing? when you could be outside in the big wide world? when you could be with john? or one of your many other friends?

john had tried absolutely everything. patting your back, reading you a bedtime story... nothing worked. not even john's deep yet strangely soothing voice was working. the voice always worked! you were not going down. you were throwing tantrum after tantrum, refusal after refusal. christ, you may as well have been an actual child.

"c'mon, sweetness... shh, shh..."