I Crave Sleep
I honestly crave a decent night’s sleep. I crave it the same way I would crave my favorite food. I long for it just like I would a dream vacation. I miss it as though it were my long lost very best friend.
I want a long, uninterrupted, blissfully restful stretch of sleep. I want a night with no barking dogs, no crying babies, no nightmares - mine or anyone else’s - and no nocturnal, stumbling trips to the bathroom. I want a night to pass by and be totally unaware of any events that occurred during that night. I want to wake up in the morning, feeling positively high from deep and satisfying sleep.
I need for this perpetual heavy feeling behind my eyelids to go away. I need for mornings to be pleasant, and looked forward to; not dreaded and met with groans of despair. I need for the dog to not bark and whine in his sleep. I need to know that SW’s dreams are pleasant and restful, RM has suffered no teething pains or unbearable pangs of hunger, and I need to be able to manage an eight hour stretch of time without a visit to the little girl’s room.
I’d honestly settle for a nap that lasted more than five minutes beyond the initial dozing off.
