Imagine, a hangover. But not from cocktails.
A heavy head, filled with fog. Thick and soupy, full of words that won’t transmit.
A fantasy filled with desire and hope.
There is no time, no peace, no focus.
But it will come. It has to.
The story takes shape, slowly, like the torso of a snowman. Getting bigger, fatter.
Until it melts. Again.
Sleep eludes. The wifi beckons. It never sleeps.
Maybe the words will form at dawn.
The night leading up to Saturday started out fine, with an early bedtime and some reading material. Right? It’s nice when they’re out at hockey and I can be alone for a small amount of time…
But around 1am, I found myself tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable and not succeeding. My neck was bothering me on my left side, I just couldn’t find a position that soothed the pain.
A bit later I realized it was actually a headache that was keeping me awake, probably coming from that stiff muscle in my neck.
By 2am I knew I was done.
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Early this morning I had insomnia. Either that, or I was done sleeping by 4 am. I was in bed before 10pm last night and did some reading, so maybe I was rested enough to get up…?
Who knows. All I know is I couldn’t fall back asleep.
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