It’s 4am.
Erling Haaland is in his bed having a nightmare.
He’s screaming through tears that he
is walking to pre-school and we won’t let him
have a packet of Party Ring biscuits.
He will not be settled. His anger is real.
It’s 4.10am.
Erling Haaland is asleep. We are awake.
It’s 7.00am.
Erling Haaland’s smile is awake
and he needs a wee. He says
he didn’t have any dreams last night
and asks if we did. We’re not sure.

Carl Burkitt 2024