Sleep; How Long Must I Wait?

Humm… Is it just me, or does anyone else get up in the morning, look at the clock and sadly observe that it will be fifteen or sixteen hours before sliding back between soft cool cotton sheets, fluffing up a pile of cloud like pillows, and tucking an airy, billowy down comforter up under the chin?

Then, the really good part–the great surrender. The eyelids drop, a sigh like there’s no tomorrow, and a swan dive off the precipice of consciousness into sweet deep sleep.

I hate to admit this, but the thought of a good nights sleep is what gets me through my days. My bed is my sanctuary.  Just thinking about it makes me want a nap. Sometimes, I have to purposely avoid so much as walking by our bedroom so I don’t give up and dive through the door, throw myself onto the mattress, wrap up in the afghan and drift off to dream land.

Sometimes,  I wonder if this is normal. Does everyone love to sleep like I do? Do others view their bed as some kind of a nest? I gather things around my nest. A reading lamp, a stack of books, my glasses, a candle, my cell phone, a glass of water, etc. Everything I might need if I happen to end up there for an extended stay.

Maybe it’s just my age, or maybe it’s just a stage I’m going through. You know, like when we were kids and they would excuse all our bad behavior by saying, “it’s just a stage she’s going through.” And, “she must be in another one of her stages.”

I know I spend too much time thinking of what can be done to expand on the comforts of my bed. My fear is that I’ll crawl in one day and never come out. Oh well. There are worse vices in life, right?

So, having admitted all of the above, I’ll sign off now. After all, I haven’t made the bed yet and Macy’s is having a linens sale. It’s been a while since I’ve bought new sheets…

Later,

Mary Ann