42 sleeps

42 sleeps.
An eternity when you are small.
It is like someone threw away the rule book, stopped all the clocks and you were just left with a setting sun to mark your days.

You start the Summer eager to fill this endless time - new adventures, bike rides, footballs,friends, ice cream, laughter.

Time to just be.

Space to choose for yourself.

Yet soon the lack of routine makes you fidget, you start willing the clocks would work again wanting a better way to mark your time, 42 sleeps is forever.

But as the wonder of boundless freedom wains a little, you search to find the rule book so eagerly lost but now you are awaiting Schools return, the familiarity of uniform and the company of classmates.

42 sleeps later the alarm rings, the breakfast crunching and tooth brushing, along with the book bag scrabbling commences is as if nothing had ever been different.  In that tolling of the bell your endless summer filled with shiny happy memories and tinged with a healthy hint of boredom is swallowed hole as if it never happened at all.

And just like that, everything feels right again.