Staring at the dark ceiling again, I cringe at the uneven snore escaping from the relaxed form next to me. My young children describe the sound as a bear, I just call it unbearable. I have studied sleep cycles. I know how crucial sleep is. I know first hand the effects of its deprivation. Knowing I’m missing its protective, healing, and consolidating benefits doesn’t help. Nudging the peaceful partner next to me doesn’t help. Shaking him doesn’t even help. Where did he get this superhuman sleeping power from, and why can’t I have it too? None of these thoughts help either. Frustration, deep fatigue, desperation, and pity all begin to take root inside of me. “Please, please just let me sleep,” I cry.