What kind of sleeper are you? Do you drop off like a stone and awaken refreshed, or do you need pitch black and silence to drift off to dream?
No Sandman Here
Mr. Sandman is not reliable, or maybe he just likes my husband best, allowing him to fall asleep within minutes of lights out while I lie there, thinking, thinking, thinking. Mr. Raven, breathing through his mouth, in spite of the nose strips he wears now, insisting that they really do help. Whatever. I recommend duct tape.
It’s irksome, how fast he falls asleep. I’m on my right side and then left, then back again. Too hot; throw off covers. Chilly. Right side, left side, husband breathing, breathing, breathing, brain won’t shut off. What time is it? Maybe I should get up. No, stay. Relax! You’re almost asleep. No I’m not.
Maybe I should take another pill. I get up, don robe and slippers and wander around the house like a ghost. I look out the back window for stars or moon or snow or owls. I look out the front window for northern lights. Nothing. I don’t know what to do. I go to the computer room, look out the window, check for deer. Don’t turn it on. Bright screens are not conducive to sleep. No television. I should read, but I don’t want to turn on a light. I should lie down on the sofa but I don’t sleep well there. Maybe I should try the guest room, but then I’d have to make another bed. Eventually I wander back to my bed. Eventually I fall asleep.