Was I just writing about how sleep was not my friend?
Well, it's my obsessed lover right now. I seriously CAN'T stay awake. I slept for eight hours straight (like drugged sleep) and seriously dragged myself out of bed after laying there for 30 minutes so I could wake up enough to drive my sister to the airport.
I was awake to drive her . . . but as soon as we got to church, my head was bobbing all over the place. I just sunk down in the pew and let myself just drift off because there was no fighting it. When we got home, we ate lunch and then my mother went off to take a nap and I thought . . . there's no way I could sleep more, so I went outside in the 89 degree humid porch and read on a blanket . . .. Only, I dreamed I read because I was fast asleep. I went to the bed and slept another three hours.
Am I narcoleptic? Possibly. It feels wonderful.
I just came back from a night walk around the neighborhood in the full moon. I was literally drenched in sweat. Note to self, always change into exercise clothes before walking in Florida . . . even if its at night. You could have rung out a cup of water from my clothes. But walking felt wonderful. The bugs are in full glory singing these crazy loud songs and there is an insect or frog or something that calls out and sounds just like a sheep. It felt so good to move, but now that I'm back in the house . . . and it's literally hours before my normal bed time, I feel the sleep moving through my bones again. It is entrancing me and I'm helpless against it. So in three minutes, I will answer it's call and happily go to bed literally with the birds tonight.
Tomorrow is for deep thoughts that I've been having . . . tonight is for sleep.
Well, it's my obsessed lover right now. I seriously CAN'T stay awake. I slept for eight hours straight (like drugged sleep) and seriously dragged myself out of bed after laying there for 30 minutes so I could wake up enough to drive my sister to the airport.
I was awake to drive her . . . but as soon as we got to church, my head was bobbing all over the place. I just sunk down in the pew and let myself just drift off because there was no fighting it. When we got home, we ate lunch and then my mother went off to take a nap and I thought . . . there's no way I could sleep more, so I went outside in the 89 degree humid porch and read on a blanket . . .. Only, I dreamed I read because I was fast asleep. I went to the bed and slept another three hours.
Am I narcoleptic? Possibly. It feels wonderful.
I just came back from a night walk around the neighborhood in the full moon. I was literally drenched in sweat. Note to self, always change into exercise clothes before walking in Florida . . . even if its at night. You could have rung out a cup of water from my clothes. But walking felt wonderful. The bugs are in full glory singing these crazy loud songs and there is an insect or frog or something that calls out and sounds just like a sheep. It felt so good to move, but now that I'm back in the house . . . and it's literally hours before my normal bed time, I feel the sleep moving through my bones again. It is entrancing me and I'm helpless against it. So in three minutes, I will answer it's call and happily go to bed literally with the birds tonight.
Tomorrow is for deep thoughts that I've been having . . . tonight is for sleep.
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| New Night Time ritual . . . go to the beach and have picnic dinner together as we watch the moon rise |
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| Me and my beautiful Mama |
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| Moon rise . . . tomorrow is the Harvest moon |
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| The Sunset behind us . . . |
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