sleep, no sleep

by goatlove

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and go back to sleep. It’s dark outside and I turn on my head lamp and reach up to the mantle to grab my alarm clock. It’s 3 a.m.; too early for anything; back to bed.

Try, try, try. Fall asleep, come on. Ok, think, think, think. Mind wanders, wanders.

Eventually sleep comes. Or sometimes I get up and write, in the middle of the night – sometimes grudgingly.