Snort. Snnnnnck. Zzzzzzz. (Heavy breathing.)
In the bed next to me, and the bedroom across the hall, the sounds of sleep are all around me. And yet here I am, wide awake, and it is almost 6am.
Sigh.
I know that if I lie down to attempt sleep I’ll just stare at the ceiling. Pissed off that yet again I cannot sleep. It isn’t fair.
Miriam sometimes falls asleep in mid-sentence. We’ll be lying in bed having a comical, half-conscious conversation that makes little sense, and she’ll start snoring before she’s completed her thought. I have a good LOL and get up. I’d rather sit at the computer and write for a few hours than lay there angry and awake.
When it’s bedtime I’m not sleepy. Even after a busy 18 hour day. Even when I only got 4 hours of sleep the night before. I just won’t sleep.
Sleepers just don’t get it. They think it’s all in your mind. Well, yeah, I suppose it is. I simply cannot turn my brain off. I’m always thinking about…. shit.
How much longer do I have at work before I can apply for a different department? When is my credit card payment due? I should be spending more time in the mountains, I still haven’t fly fished this year. I sure would like to have a female black lab named Guenhwyvar, I’d feed her Triscuits and let her sleep on the bed. I’m tired of living in the city, I want to see pine trees every day. What was that noise? Miriam sure is cute when she’s snoring.
I suppose in a few more hours I’ll be sufficiently exhausted and able to sleep. But by then it will be time to get up.
