Peter was lying sideways across his bed with his hands over his face, his arms akimbo and lying flat against the mattress. He couldn't sleep, no matter how hard he tried, but he was so tired that he kept mis-stepping and nearly falling over when he tried to walk. His sister and Emma had taken the youngest of the kids off his hands for the day, so he was alone to wallow. And wallow he was.
( Not wallowing for long )
( Not wallowing for long )