When I'm much too tired to fall asleep?"
Owl City has it right, don't they? I mean, what is this whole insomnia thing, after all? It's 4:04 a.m. my computer screen tells me as I type this. Sleep never comes easily for me, but when something's on my mind, good OR bad, it's a Holy Grail I seem to search for in vain.
It started when I was a kid, and that demon was WEREWOLVES! My grandma let me stay up late once when I was 7 to watch a midnight movie, and the rest was history! They were under every bed, infesting every closet, and probably in the kitchen making preparations to saute' and eat me.
Then, of course, it turned to girls,....and girls,....then girls,....followed closely by, you guessed it,....MATH! (no, girls actually). Even the nights of insomnia not filled with girls were filled with girl-related items like zits, braces, and evil school gossip. Even when thoughts turned deeper to subjects like marriage (girls again) and having children (MADE by girls, right?), my insomnia continued to resonate its nightly parade of reasons why I couldn't drift into peaceful slumber.
Today it could be anything. As the Harry Chapin song says "I've got planes to catch, and bills to pay" (then something about a cat with a baby bonnet stealing silverware,....can't remember exactly). It could be my anxiety in waiting for show choir competition results, fear of family members' health, waiting for my daughter to get home from an evening out, too hot, too cold, upcoming choreography I have to do, or even a superfly infomercial about the P90X body-building system that leaves me wishing for youth, muscles,....and less back hair!
Amazing, a'int it, that you can go to bed so sleepy, so barely able to stand you're so weary with exhaustion, then wake up at 2:09 a.m. and not sleep the rest of the night. In fact, I now officially offer my protest against that very phrase, "the REST of the night",.....what rest?
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