half a moon half the night half awake the better half, her, Dreams arrive, on the fall of Every landing is, a startle out of Peaceful sleep, and pleasant Rest, does not happen, not Every night or everytime She puts her head back down Softly whimpering "sorry" I say "it is alright, right here if you need me" Only sometimes, she does and sometimes Not half her day she is tired, that half the day she almost alone, half a chance to recover, half of a half of a half of a half after four days there is one sixteenth of her left to make it through the rest of her week to the end.