Back in December I wrote about how I really dislike sleeping alone (here). For most of the past twenty years, K and I slept together as most married couples do. I liked it, though sometimes she would complain I snore too much.
For the past 9 months I have been sleeping alone. While it is not my favorite, I still sleep pretty well. I sometimes get up in the night to use the bathroom, but I always immediately fall back to sleep.
Occasionally, I will wake up, usually from a dream, and my mind is active and I can't get back to a proper sleep. I experience kind of an intermittent sleep. You know the when you look at the clock and it's 3:00, then you sleep and you look again and it's only 3:15. Ugh!!
But last night it was different.
I woke up at 3:00, but as I was trying to go back to sleep, I woke with a start. I don't know why, but I was anxious and I really could not go back to sleep.
It was not a very fun feeling. I was uneasy and I think I felt worse because I was alone.
I drank from the water bottle I keep next to the bed.
I caught up on some other blogs from my Blackberry.
I walked around downstairs a little.
I went back to bed and read some... er... naughty stories and did what you do when you read naughty stories. That usually helps me relax, but not tonight
No. So there I was. Wide awake, just like this guy. I gave up on the Blackberry and opened my laptop on my bed, surfing around until I heard the alarm on my son's room go off just before 6:00. CRAP!!
It was about time for me to get up and get ready for work anyway.
I was tired and cranky all day. I am still more than a little anxious and I don't know why. Let's hope tonight is better.
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