I fell asleep at 7:00 p.m. last night and missed the opportunity to go to a dance class.
I woke up at 4:00 a.m. this morning unable to sleep because my work day was flashing before my eyes.
I cannot wait for the luxury of this upcoming weekend where I can follow the natural rhythm of my body and simply sleep a quiet and dreamless sleep.
Not a sleep to avoid what I do not want to face.
Not a restless sleep because I am anxious about the day ahead.
Peaceful sleep. A sleep where visions of sugar plums dance in my head.
Restorative sleep. After putting in a full day of life.
I'm ready for the weekend. Only 12 more working days until Christmas (I think ... working as a substitute, one never knows for sure).
I can't even count 'days left to work' to lull myself to sleep. Because I don't know. I don't know anything these days.
I'm tired of not knowing. All I want to do is sleep ...