I haven't been able to sleep very well in a few days, so I've been very tired. Tonight I got home after a tasty dinner and some intense conversation and flopped on the bed feeling teary and unhappy.
I woke up to the phone ringing. I looked at the clock. It said 8:14. I wondered why the hell anyone would be calling me so damned early in the day.
It took me quite some time to figure out that it was the same day I had gotten into bed and that it wasn't early at all.
Sleep like that can be a beautiful thing. It's disconcerting, but it feels very appropriate and very necessary. There's no guilt in sleep like that. There's no room. The bed's already full of me.
Posted by dotty at June 23, 2005 10:07 PM