It was 2:33 am when she went to bed. Her
lids were heavy but her heart was filled with an enthusiasm that could have
kept her up for a couple more hours. Even she didn’t understand where that came
from.
She crawls into bed. He is there. Instinctively he will turn on his side, if he is not already, to let her
snuggle up to him. She’s cold but soon she will be warm.
As soon as her arms are around him she
falls asleep. It will be three hours until she wakes up again. Rested. She
thinks it must be around 9 am but it’s not. It’s only 5 am. Now she can’t get
back to sleep. If she lies on her back her neck gets stiff. If she lies on her
side, her arm falls asleep, if she lies on her belly, her shoulder kinks and
she can’t lie near him because now he’s too hot.
His alarm goes off at 8 am. He’s slow to
rise. She has been in and out of consciousness for the last few hours. He gets
up and immediately she asks him how he slept.
“Well, I think.”
“I’ve slept three hours.”
When he leaves for work she gets up. She
uses the bathroom and then eats some granola and yogurt. She knows she can
probably go to sleep now. All she needs is weight. She turns down the heat to
19 degrees. She grabs a duvet from the other room, folds it and places it on
top of the other duvet already on the bed. Just a few more hours she tells
herself.
Under sheets, a blanket and two duvets, she
cocoons. She’s set her clock for noon. She wakes up at 2 pm to find out that it
didn’t go off. She lays in bed until 4 pm. She knows the entire day is wasted
and getting up now will only depress her. If she could sleep right through
until tomorrow morning, she might reverse the effects of sleep but it’s not
going to happen.
She gets up, showers, and answers a call
from her husband who will be home in a couple hours and expect dinner ready.
She goes downstairs and puts on a load of laundry and then heads out the door to
by chillies for tonight’s dinner. At the store she spends some time picking up
toilet paper and stocking up on birthday cards, 50% off.
When she gets back to the apartment, it’s
dark outside and he’s already home, standing in his underwear. It takes her an
hour to prepare dinner–broccoli and steak stir fry. He hangs up the laundry
and loads a television show for her to watch later.
She makes some tea and sits down with ¾ bar
of chocolate to watch her T.V. drama.
She returns some emails and decides it’s
important to write something down today. But she hasn’t found a reason for doing something if she can’t do it
well.
While she’s writing she starts to
yawn. This is a good sign. She hasn’t had any coffee today. Maybe she will
sleep through the night but it’s too early to tell. If she reads this over
later, it will put her to sleep for sure.
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