Insomnia

It's 10:15pm. Somehow it feels like the middle of the night. Probably because it's about an hour or so past my normal bedtime. Pathetic, I know. Normally when I can't sleep I lay in bed as a sort of protest to my body. I say, "Listen here... I don't care if I have lay here wide awake all night long... I'm NOT gettting up." And it always works. But tonight was different for a few reasons. I'd already done my nightly reading ritual which didn't seem to get the melatonin flowing. Then as I lay there I heard the tapping sound. The tapping sound I hear almost every night. It sounds like it's coming from outside... like a dripping tap but projected in volume like someone holding a megaphone up to it. Tap Tap Tap Tap TAP TAP TAP. And my dear husband has been sick with a bad cold so his normal heavy sleep breathing is more like a buzz saw. Why is it so damn hot in here anyway? Maybe if I do my relaxation technique it'll help. Let all of the tensions in your head float away... now move to your neck... all of the tensions are relaxing away... you're getting sleepy... Tap Tap TAP BUZZ TAP BUZZ TAP! I'm wide awake. I don't feel tired. It's not a weeknight. Staying up late isn't going to kill me. It's only ten o'clock anyway Polyanna. So for the first time in I don't know how long, I got up, put my robe on, and started sampling the night life.

It's not all that exciting really. Just more of the same stuff I do in the day-time... just darker. And a little bit quieter. Though not much. I think most normal people are still up at this time of night. Is it bad that I'm already bored? It feels like I've been sitting in this chair for hours and it's only been thirty minutes. I'm going to bed.