I hate when I can’t sleep. Sleeping is so delightful. Snuggled up in a soft nest. Blanketed from the cold outer world beyond the footboard. Peaceful. Cozy.
Then there’s tonight. I fight getting up as long as possible. That’s just admitting failure. Maybe if I lay quietly and try harder. Maybe if I concentrate on the soft sleep sounds from my husband across the bed. Maybe if I stretch my foot over the edge of mattress. Or push the covers down to my waist. Or lay on my back. No, on my side. On my other side? One hand up, no down. The aerobic workout has made me thirsty.
I’m up. I admit it. My feet touched the floor and the next thing I know I’m washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen. Cleaning the kitchen is not delightful. I will not fall asleep washing dishes (though the warm soapy water might work wonders if I could just fit in the sink).
As I settle in at the desk (I have never fallen asleep at the desk), a little worm makes its way out from a dark corner of my brain. It’s surprisingly loud for a little worm. “Coffee at 6! Nap at 8:30! Unfinished report! No post in four days!”
They say things are clearer in the light of day, but I’ve found true revelations in the middle of the night. Tonight is no exception. My bad habits and To Do list conspired against me and practically threw me out of bed.
Maybe this Slice of Life will work wonders. Just enough easing of the mind to drift off to Nirv...