my mother kisses me on the forehead real nice , says , `` sweet dreams , my love , '' and so i let go of the day 's frustrations , push my palms together into prayer position , and i silently hold up all the people and dogs in this world who i absolutely positively know need me to pray for them : mom , 3b , ricky , donna , franks , chad , jared , ty , door woman lucy , old man linder ( my manager ) , old man thompson , joan of old and all of the old people down in the methodist home , father chee , the korean divas for christ , mr. doolin , private jackson , ms. jenny , prince tony , the childress public high school faculty , and the whole damn town of childress , even the football team , even lex pinkston , even my absentee biological father , bob , who may or may not even be alive for all i know-i hold them all up to jc in my prayers , asking god to help everyone be who they need to be , and then i simply listen to mom breathe across the aisle until triple b and i find sleepy land together , and i dream of the real bed on which bobby big boy and i will rest one day .