Hot and sweaty through the night,
Bodies entangled in heat and cloth,
Bed’s are made for one or two not three,
Cramped limbs ache and strain,
Pushed against a wall or falling of the bed just isn’t fun,
Flesh prickles and burns with pins and needles,
The night creeps past until dawn is near,
Screams and cries pull you from a dreamless sleep,
Morning time brings the revelation,
co-sleeping children climb in without an invitation.
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