To sleep can be a challenge and last night was exemplary. I read myself to bed at midnight, burrowed into my covers and dived down into sleep like a rock. And then at 4 in the morning, I rose back to the surface only it was still dark and there were hours to go before I had to wake up. There is nothing more anxiety producing than looking at the clock and calculating how much time I have left to try to sleep. Should I just turn on the light and pick up my book? Or shut my eyes and my brain and will myself back to the deep?
I can barely remember those long ago days of sleeping coast to coast. Getting up past noon and not even feeling guilty about it. Waking up to a bright midday sun, feeling lazy and loving it.
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