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Sunday, October 22, 1989
Calvin can't get to sleep. He tries lying still thinking about how good it feels in bed, how soft the pillow is, how tired he is. That isn't working. He hears someone calling his name. Calvin asks if Mom is awake too. It's time to get up. Calvin says it can't be. It's the middle of the night and he hasn't slept a wink yet. Mom gently shakes Calvin awake. He had been dreaming. Calvin blinks his eyes. As he eats his cereal, he says this is going to be a bad day.
Transcript
Gosh, it's 1:30 and I'm still awake. Someone must've waylaid Mr. Sandman. I just can't get comfortable. Mmf. I'm exhausted, but I can't fall asleep. Maybe if I just lie still and think about how good it feels to be in bed, and how soft the pillow is, and how very, very tired I am...Phooey, this isn't working. All I want is to get some sleep. This is awful. Calvin? Gee Mom, are you awake too? It's time to get up. It can't be! It's the middle of the night and I haven't slept a wink yet! Calvin? C'mon, up and at em. This is going to be a bad day.