Sleep, as some of the other things in my life, has escaped me again last night. Blame it on the coffee, which I took because I wanted to finish some serious work. I did, I was serious about it. But my bed called me—it played some wayward tune and couldn’t ignore its teasing. Oh no, I’m gonna give in! So I folded up my machine and went on to heed the call of dreamland. Or so I thought.
I spent the first parts of that insomniac night trying to finish the weekend’s crossword puzzles. Which I did, save for maybe eight or so words. Not bad, patting myself on the back. Now you can go off to Ritual # 2, I thought, as I grabbed my book of the month. I read a few pages, from which I realized that a lot of really awesome creative people were born on the month of August. (Eherm, yey to us Bridge!). Then my mind said, almost there peeps! So I popped my bookmark in and thought I’m on my way. But sadly, I wasn’t.
I dunno about you but I spend that in between waking and sleeping period thinking about how my day went. Usually, I do a mental picture of the steps I did that day. Yes, literally where my feet have gone. So last night I thought about the trip to the mall to do our errands. And some thousand steps they were! From the bank and then to the boutiques and the shoe stores, the department store and finally the supermarket.
Ok, so you may have dozed off at this point. But as I was thinking that last night and have reached the part where we were driving home, I accepted I won’t be nodding off soon. So at 3am or so, I tinkered around my room. I watched TV, promptly gave up because I was more awake than I thought. Fixed my clothes because duh I just needed to. Threw out some old newspapers I found on my bedside table. Went back to the TV, fiddling on the remote until I found a boring enough channel—blah blah blah it droned. Again, I just turned it off.
I listened to the sounds of the morning. Oh, I love doing that too you know. Closing my eyes and then concentrating on whatever I can hear. I heard those pesky roosters from our neighborhood. Closely coming in second is this thud-thumping from behind my ear. That’s my pulse telling me I had way too much coffee. Tsk, I heard myself say out loud as I mentally berated myself.
There were a few whimpers from our neighbor’s dogs—yes, plural, as in 12 dogs in all. Gad, good thing they’re just a-whimpering. Uh oh there goes the big one. I faintly hear a trike whiz by some street away. And the wind causing our other next door neighbor’s chimes to tinkle. And in between that concentrating and forcing my pillows down both ears, ahhh, yes, without realizing it, I got some sleep… although not too soon, there was R nudging me awake. Because pfft, I asked him to wake me up early, because we had W.O.R.K.
Arrrgghhh!
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Pictured: Clock, IKEA
Finally Dee 