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Last night I slept. This might not seem unusual to those who sleep regularly…like every night. But sleep hasn’t always been my best friend. We make unusual bedfellows. I seek sleep and it eludes me and I had thought we were supposed to be hooking up every night. No such luck, sleep was off enjoying itself with someone else.
But not last night. Last night it came, and stayed, and I was so happy. In the past, I might have slept for two or three hours before waking up…vividly, intensely, wide awake. At three in the morning I could have been out jogging, as bright as a button. I never was though…too spooky in the dark…but it was always a possibility.
But not last night. Last night when I did wake up, I was in that wonderfully drowsy state, the one that regular people are so accustomed to, and I simply turned over, snuggled up to my Darling One and lost myself in the mantle of sleep.
Why? What happened? Can’t really say. My Darling One tells me our new home is a great sleeping house…perhaps I believed him. Perhaps I accepted his belief without thinking…if so I plan on keeping it up. It’s time sleep and I were friends again.
I’d like some more great beliefs like this one. What can he focus on next I wonder…hmm getting into my jeans without pushing and shoving and grunting and squeezing would be a good one. Maybe he could start right now!