Sleepy Hollow
I am having trouble sleeping. I am usually in bed by midnight, though we have been retreating to our bedroom earlier and earlier as we get older and older. We climb into bed, blow up each other's noses (etc etc) and then roll over and I start my nightly dance routine. It starts with me on my belly with my right leg dangling off the bed. I do a few horizontal ballet moves (toes to knee, toes out, toes to knees, toes out) and then turn to face my left. I dig my knee into mr. anon's back until I have 2/3rds of the bed. Victorious, I roll over again and practice my moves. This goes on for about thirty minutes, sometimes longer, depending on how limber I am. Then I flip over, my head to his toes, and repeat the past half hour of my life upside down, as if I was not sure of the choreography for my big debut performance.
This goes on for hours until I either (a) fall asleep or (b) retreat to the living room couch. This most often than not leads to sleep (though it has occassionally led to early morning ramen-eating and Welcome to Mooseport-watching). Then, around six in the morning, mr. anon comes skipping out of the bedroom, dragging me back into bed and then keeping me awake with his freakishly noisy coffee drinking and tie tying.
I don't know why I can't sleep. I don't know if it is because I am (a) depressed or (b) eating past 8PM or (c) taking five hour midday naps on the weekends. All I know is that three alarms went off this morning around 8AM and I slept through all of them. This from someone who used to wake up because the sun was shining too loudly.
This will change. I will stop eating 5 pounds of chocolate before I go to bed. I will stop speaking with my mother about the plight of the jewish people after dusk. I will find peace. I will find peace.
This goes on for hours until I either (a) fall asleep or (b) retreat to the living room couch. This most often than not leads to sleep (though it has occassionally led to early morning ramen-eating and Welcome to Mooseport-watching). Then, around six in the morning, mr. anon comes skipping out of the bedroom, dragging me back into bed and then keeping me awake with his freakishly noisy coffee drinking and tie tying.
I don't know why I can't sleep. I don't know if it is because I am (a) depressed or (b) eating past 8PM or (c) taking five hour midday naps on the weekends. All I know is that three alarms went off this morning around 8AM and I slept through all of them. This from someone who used to wake up because the sun was shining too loudly.
This will change. I will stop eating 5 pounds of chocolate before I go to bed. I will stop speaking with my mother about the plight of the jewish people after dusk. I will find peace. I will find peace.