I reminisce about the sleep of my childhood. Those nights that began with such difficulty not wanting to end an adventurous action packed day. Tossing and turning punching the pillow creating day dreams that would ease into sleep, my boyfriend would be Sugarfoot or Dr. Kildare. They would be older but would see the potential blossom of sultriness that lay ahead.
Then the sleep of the dead.
I can't buy a night of uninterrupted sleep. Well, maybe I could, maybe I should.
Awake at 2am and then the worrying begins....
My husbands job situation ...........
Sleep returns in time but is once again interrupted around 4am and the worries and anxieties begin again.
Where are those "day dreams" that transfer to night dreams? I can't conjure up a one.
Where is Sugarfoot when you need him?