Novel Sleep

It seems like sleep is beginning to become something of a novelty. Sickness kept me from sleeping at night, and so did the medicine. But I'm worried it might stick around for a while, because sometimes it does. And there are few things worse than lying awake at night with nothing to keep you company except the thoughts in your head. And as we all know, the thoughts in my head aren't too much fun. Whether it's the family, school, work, him, or just plain feeling sorry for myself, it can make a night rough.

It makes the day rough too. That's when sleep wants to happen. So I'm sitting sipping cider and trying to stay awake, because doing my work isn't that fascinating. And he has work too. I wonder if he'll slow down soon. It seems like he should. But, as cursed as my thoughts are, will we be talking then? I often think back to the old days when we would talk for hours without pause. It seemed like we would never run out of stuff to talk about. But now we sit in long silences, that aren't necessarily uncomfortable, but not exactly engaging. Did we run out of stuff to talk about? Do we not want to learn anything more about each other? Are we no longer interested? Does it even matter?

Well anyway, these are the things I get to think about as that thin silver line of moonlight sneaks between the blinds and the sprinklers come on and I think about that little lonely goat in my backyard. And then it all starts over.