Nights have emerged as a fresh new pain.
If I could be granted a gift that makes me snooze the moment I got into bed, mornings would feel a whole lot nicer.
Eyes shut and awake till well past midnight only to wake up a few hours later. Not fatigued but wrecked with odd aches. Most of which tend to travel up my spine and start hammering at my skull.
And then a second wave of half hearted sleep after fixing breakfast etc in the wee hours of morning that have begun to leave me with a heavy feeling that permeates throughout my day.
The last time I slept without a moments hesitation was sometime two weeks past, and since then my sleep has been nothing but a series of badly timed intervals.
It could be something to do with season or just a phase I tend to go through every once in a while, but dear oh dear sleep has always posed a threat each night, never promising never assuring. It leaves me guessing. Never once does it come to the forefront in support. Backstabbing always.
Gah, gotta get on with the day. I've to workout and make fabulous lunch.
Go out shopping for citrus fruits.
Make candied peel.
Prepare almond meal
Make stollen for Christmas.
Too many things on my plate, and goddamn sleep that wouldn't even touch me with a ten foot pole.
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