Tick tick tick its morning and time to rock and move along. As I switch off the light to allow my monkey to still sleep he cries “morm”. I rush back to comfort him but he can’t fall asleep properly as he fears my leaving him.
He worries about me leaving home in the dark. Poor dude when we go to sleep at night he asks if we r going to work now. He is confused not realising we already slept a whole night before leaving.
I mean it was dark when we got home and its dark when we are leaving life sucks. Sorry monkey wish I could explain why life is so rushed revolving around the ticking of seconds.