Sleep please!

 I have always been something of a night owl. My mom has told me tales of her seemingly endless rounds of solitaire she played when I was baby as she struggled to get me to sleep.

Even in grade school, I have no idea how many sheep and bottles of pop I've counted while trying to make myself tired. In middle school, I discovered that listening to music can occasionally help. (Just don't try whisper singing as people will think you are crying. That was an awkward moment.) In high school, I found drawing can sometimes make me drowsy. And as an adult, I found that reading late at night is a two edged sword. I get tired but I need to know what happens in the next chapter otherwise I am going to dream about the book.

Sometimes, I just crash out in my bed. No need to make me tired. Most of the time, though, I struggle to sleep at a decent hour. 2 to 3 am is normal for me to still be wired. 

Being the only one awake isn't as scary as it used to be when I was younger. It is the quietest time in our home. Sometimes I just savor the quiet. After all, it is rare. 

All that said, I still dislike things that keep me from my bed. Like tornado sirens. Yes, It is 2 in the morning. Yes, I was already awake. But I want to lay in my warm bed. Not shelter in my damp, chilly basement. It's almost as upsetting as those rare moments of true insomnia that I get. The kind where you get to see the sun rise (such a lovely thing, really) and hear all your neighbors start their day  (I want mine to end already). The cranky bitterness of a lost night of sleep is mildly depressing so I won't dwell on it. 

Long story short, I do like sleep. I just struggle to get mine at a decent time and deal with obstacles like weather related events and rare bouts of insomnia. As always, feel free to leave me a message below.