in my brain, twisted
tangled wire coat hangers, sharp
spinning, endlessly
Big part of my weekend is the opportunity to sleep in.
If lucky, I can stay in bed to 8AM instead of my weekday 5:15AM.
I look forward to that a lot.
Maybe too much.
Last night, restless leg woke me with a sharp stick.
My head was pounding.
My brain was racing, flashing pictures and bits of movies and scenes from my life like the tunnel ride in Willy Wonka.
Somehow my nose and my throat are also plugged up.
Disoriented, confused, I rolled over to look at the clock.
12.37AM
My heart sank.
So much for a night’s rest and a lay in.
Sleep would now come in short blurps.
Succession of drinks of water, cough drops and trips downstairs to ‘read for a bit to clear my head’ and the drags on.
My mind would keep moving, racing, spinning, twisting.
Like a tangle pile of wire coat hangers.
Unable to be untangled and full of sharp points.
I give up, get up and make coffee to get some caffeine in my system.
Don’t ask me why, but it moments like this, it calms down the system a bit.
Saturday morning and 3 cups of coffee and my mind has slowed down but my brain feels like its filled with styrofoam.
Precious sleep.
Refreshing sleep.
How I covet this seemingly simple gift.
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