I've had insomnia ever since I can remember, hours psent prostrate under the inky darkness waiting for sleep. When my first job after graduation came with a start time of 4:30 a.m. I slowly stopped sleeping at night. Not a pretty sight. Marriage (for some reason my husband's slumber encouraged my own) and years of too early mornings eventually turned me towards an early bedtime. But lately I find myself awake well past midnight. Now it's not angst or pre-interview jitters. With Baby Y sound asleep, in the dark stillness I think and read and study at my leisure. The moment of freedom feels nicer than sleep and I'm always reluctant to let it go.
Good night.
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