I envy those who sleep well
July 25th 2007 01:21 am
Just once I want to know what it feels like to lie down, close my eyes, fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, and then wake up feeling refreshed and rested—like the character in the children’s book Caps for Sale. I dread going to bed because I know I will lie there unable to turn off my brain.
Tonight in less than five minutes, these thoughts flooded my head: Will J.K. Rowling actually kill Harry Potter (Don’t tell me!)?; Maybe I should sum up the Howard letter (at work) by emphasizing his philanthropic interests instead of specific charities; God, my neck hurts from reading without moving for two hours; Will I finish Chapter 17 (in my memoir) this Saturday so I can email it to my mentor?; Are Winston’s hips (my beloved English Mastiff) still hurting tonight?; Corey sounds so peaceful when he sleeps; and I wish Little Bit (cat) would stop kneading my stomach because it already hurts.
I can’t turn it off without medication, which I hate to take. Sometimes I will swallow the dreaded pill—usually when I haven’t slept well for days. I just lie there and think. About everything. Then I pray to Adrienne like I do every night. Then I think some more. I hate these thoughts that won’t stop as they zip around, neverending since they seem to prefer a circular path. Help.
AWW — XoXo
