63: Give In

There's only so much you can say when it's after 11, when the hooded curtains of your eyelids shove down and the world beyond your window is inky black and slowed, just a bit.  

When you have been awake since five. 

You can only rev that engine but so many times before it comes to a sputtering halt. 

Before you rock yourself to sleep with your baby daughter, in a dark quiet of the empty living room.