I can’t sleep anymore.
3 hours do not suffice this girl. If I had my way, I’d get 12 hours of sleep a night. I love to be curled up in the fetal position with a blanket or 10 wrapped around me. I love feeling protected from the “cold” air under a blanket. I just do.
But I can’t.
I have no idea why. It could be a sundry of reasons, no doubt. I have my hunches.
Meanwhile, I’m sitting in bed at 5:30 am on Thanksgiving. I’ve been awake since 3, fell asleep at 1:45 pm. Yes. That’s not even one R-E-M cycle. Not one.
Perhaps tonight I’ll sleep.