I love to sleep. I really, really love to sleep. Sometimes I miss the days when Ephia was a newborn and I could sleep around all night and all day, nothing else to do but take care of the baby. Ahhh, the good old days…
Nowadays it seems that the only sleep I get are a few hours a night and sometimes, rarely, a few hours in the afternoon. And still I am sleepy. Even if I get a good night sleep, I still feel tired and not at all rested. I could name at least twenty reasons for that, but it would be pointless. So, I need to sleep, a long, undisturbed sleep, maybe two days long with bathroom breaks and late breakfasts during the evening (really late breakfasts). But just like my computer problem, just like so many issues I have spinning around me, the only thing I am able to do is to accept and move on, leaving hope behind me because in this case hope can be my worst enemy.
Even as I write this my eyelids are closing together and an annoying whisper is buzzing into my ears: “Sleep…sleep…sleep…”. Well, shut up already, I will sleep someday, sometime, maybe sooner than I think. Good night!
