Enter (an acrostic poem)

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Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed

Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard

They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came

Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream.  It was Walter’s only hope

Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.

Sandman’s Dilemma

My kids tell me they cannot go to sleep.  When I ask them why, they tell me they do not know.  I look around, trying to figure out why, and I think I have figured out the reason.  I think that the Sandman is afraid of something in my house so he avoids us as much as possible.  The question is what is driving him away.  I originally wonder if the kids themselves have made him scared, but I can’t figure out how any of my angels could put that much fear in a mythical level being.  I move onto wondering about my snoring, but since I am not asleep as well that cannot be the case as well.  That leaves me one explanation.  What would cause fear to set a single step into my daughters’ rooms?  What could cause so much pain and suffering that the Sandman would rather take a hit to his mythical stature than do his duty in my house?  The answer is simple my friends, Legos.