Sunday night, I pull my tennis shoes from the back of the closet, motivated to fit in a good walk before work on Monday.  Backup plan – I load my 30-minute workout DVD just in case the weather’s nasty.  I’m prepared to start Monday off healthy and full of energy!

I head off to bed at 11.  I cannot sleep and lull myself towards slumber by reading.  The magazine falls from my grasp at midnight.

I’m up again at 2.  Why am I awake?  Was it these crazy dreams I’ve been experiencing?  No more Sci-Fi channel.  I get up, go pee, stumble back to bed. Tossing and turning, I try to find a cool spot on the mountain of pillows.

3:30, what was that noise?  Two loud bangs and a scraping sound.  That wasn’t late-night kitty shenanigans!  I turn on my bedside lamp and wait…all is quiet. Please, let me sleep.

At 5 a.m., the lamp is bright in my eyes.  I click it off and peek through the drapes – daylight’s fingers are turning the ink just slightly paler.  I hear the rain outside the window.  I have too much energy, and try rocking myself back to sleep. I eventually succeed.

It’s 6:30 and the sky is an aluminum grey. The traffic noise is picking up.  The alarm will go off soon.  My head hurts, my eyes are heavy, my limbs feel drugged.  No exercise for me this morning.  I reset the alarm for 30 more minutes.  Sleep, I need more sleep.

7:30 and the alarm sounds.  I’m lead.  I’m just this side of dead.  I drag myself out of bed and towards the caffeinated elixir.  Shit, another Monday morning.


1 thought on “Insomnia

  1. Every second Wednesday I awake to people dumping off their recyclables outside my place. From 5 o’clock on I hear either the “trying to be quiet people” who put in can one at a time … like that helps … or the “dump in a billion bottles at one time people” who don’t care.
    There really isn’t a happy medium between the two, so I don’t ‘boo’ quietly for too long before rolling over and positioning myself for another few minutes until the next episode.

    “Did you sleep well?”
    “No I made a few mistakes.”

    Steven Wright


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