Late night moments with oneself …

It’s late and I can’t sleep. The softness of my bed is no help instead it mocks my tired body and mind. Check marks on invisible lists, thoughts of new beginnings and other minutiae keep me awake. Lavender scented lotion, smoothed gently into warm skin promises relaxation – yet here I sit. What will tomorrow … Continue reading »

The Night …

The night and I are at odds. The darkness whispers quietly.  And the words, although not recognizable, permeate my being.  It’s as if I am waiting for something or someone. An unatural feeling of anticipation seeps through my pores and yet I know not why. Sleep eludes me. I want to dream and be free … Continue reading »

Sleepless and Discontent …

I am exhausted but I can’t sleep.  With each passing moment I become more frustrated with my inability to rest.  The tossing and turning is only interrupted by exasperated mutterings of  “no”.  The word slips out as if  by its own volition.  A side effect of the restless discontent my mind, soul and body is now … Continue reading »

Again …

    So, here I sit once again, plagued by sleeplessness. It’s the same story only on a different night.  A thousand thoughts fill my head, yet I can’t put my finger on just one.  But I’ll try … Will I be able to wake up at 5:00 am when the alarm goes off? Will I make it … Continue reading »

A Knowledge…

  Here I sit.  Awake with a feeling of anticipation. The kind that makes you feel anxious. Sleep is elusive tonight.   I have decided that what I need at this moment are hands. Strong, soothing, hands. The kind that will make me feel safe with a mere touch.  Hands that will speak to me without words.  Years … Continue reading »

It’s…

  It’s late and sleep eludes me.  I should try to sleep but the thought of restless tossing and turning keeps me from my bed.  I have so much on my mind.  Yet nothing at the same time (if this is possible).  Minutiae occupies my thoughts: Will I wake up with the alarm or before? Why … Continue reading »