When you look out a window and only see your own eyes staring back, it is time for bed.
The sheep outside call to one another.
One is telling his mother that he plans to spend the night out, with his friends.
        "Don't wait up." He tells her.
She shakes her head and closes her eyes.

In the morning I will look out the window.
To see blobs of white moving about the field.
         "Good morning." Says the mother sheep.