Piercing

     A small living creature asleep in its crib. Like a labratory animal in a cage, thought Kawashima Masayuki. He used the palm of his hand to shade the penlight so that it illuminated only the babys form, leaving the rest of teh bedroom in darkness. Leaning in closer, he silently mouthed the words fast asleep. As Yokos pregancy had progressed and the fact that he was actually going to be a father began to sink in, hed worried  that the baby might have difficulty sleeping. Kawashima had suffered from insomnia since elemntary school, and, after all, his blood would run in this childs veins. He´d heard it was normal for newborns to sleep virtually around the clock; in fact, he seemed to recall some child-rearing expert describing sleep as an infants "job". What could be more tragic, then, than a baby insomniac?