One of Those Nights
You know the ones
I just had one of those nights.
You know the ones.
One of those nights when I just lay there hoping and praying and wishing that I could just sleep, but instead I find myself caught in this vortex of being half-awake.
It should have been easy, as I was really tired.
Instead…
I listened to my wife breath in and out as she peacefully sleeps next to me.
I flipped the pillow obsessively enjoying the momentary coolness.
I slowly opened one eye, staring at the advancing time on my alarm clock.
I tossed and turned again and again aching to get comfortable.
Any chance of a good sleep slowly vanished.
Frustrated.
Beating myself up for not drifting off and worrying about how I will manage the morning as well as the busy day ahead of me.
How I longed to dream one of my perplexing pleasing dreams.
Like the one about visiting a tropical island full of amazingly beautiful mermaids who, after some initial pleasantries, soundly defeat me in game after game of chess.
Or the one where I am a top criminal lawyer and I not only show up late for court, but, for some reason, I am totally naked and that is precisely why I win.
And I can’t forget about the one where I am a bird who longs to be a hairdresser.
But, instead of happily descending into dreamland to escape, I just lay there forced to exist in a reality that doesn’t allow to me escape.
Too tired to get up. Too awake to sleep.
Why couldn’t I sleep?
Well, my throat was sore and each swallow caused a shockwave throughout my body.
I also ate dessert too late, which I know I shouldn’t do no matter how deliciously sweet the snack was.
And I spent the last few minutes before turning off the lights jumping and dodging obstacles as a minion in a game on my phone which I’ve been told makes it hard to settle down.
I just want to sleep tonight.
I’ll do anything.
