SLEEPING, NOT SLEEPING

I would love to be able to go to bed and go to sleep. But the night owl in me keeps me up to all hours. I'll plan to go to bed early, find my favorite pillow, gather my books, look for a pencil, take my medicine, eat something decadent, decide which bed to sleep in, take more books to bed, fluff my bucky pillow. I get myself all settled, the fan blowing in my face, the light tilted just out of my eyes, my books in a pile, the cat asleep at the foot of the bed. I read. My eyes get heavy and grainy. I turn off the light, flop around, dig a hole, now I'm ready to sleep. But then, I can't breathe, I have to go to the bathroom, I'm thirsty, I'm hot, I'm wide awake. Back downstairs I have another snack with diet cherry 7-up, watch CSI:Miami, fold clothes, play solitaire, read e-mail, send e-mail, order books, read, write, become Theodosia, feed the rabbit, read blogs, watch for kittens at the back door, scan pictures, listen for the clock to strike. Finally I'm sleepy again. It might be 3 in the morning. I sleep really well in the wee hours of the morning. My best sleep is usually the nap I take just after I get out of bed in the morning.