The girl didn’t want to sleep. She feared the dark hours of the night, the long minutes filled with restlessness and uncertainty. She tried to stay awake, pushed her lids with fingers, and tried to keep eyes wide open.
It was important not to sleep.
If you fell asleep, you might never wake up.
That had happened to Granny, who had never opened her eyes one morning. They said Granny had died peacefully in her sleep. They sounded pleased despite their tears, and the girl thought they were horrible, just awful.
She couldn’t understand them, and she was certain they wanted her dead as well.
She missed Granny, and that made her even more afraid of the dark of the night.