I am awake. It is 5:30 am and my companion insomnia is here by my side. I have never really been a hard sleeper. I used to joke about it and say I sleep so light I could hear a gnat peeing on cotton. For a while it caused me angst and many a night I would lie in bed looking at the ceiling willing sleep to come. The sound of everybody sleeping in the house except for me became a source of annoyance especially when the sand man of sleep wouldn’t make an appearance. I thought I had the answer when I started trying different supplements all promising me the elusive 8 hours of sleep. With great anticipation and hope, I tried just about all. It wasn’t that I did not sleep it was the waking up at 430 that was getting old. It never fails though when the alarm clock goes off, I want to sleep. I finally figured out instead of fighting it why not use it to my advantage. So, here I am at 5:30 am writing and confessing my insomnia.
I have found this time of morning is when I think best, when the rest of the town is asleep. It is a quiet oasis of still that I have come to appreciate. From my window I often notice other lights on at 430am and wonder if they are awake too. I wonder why they are not asleep. Insomnia is not all bad. I like to think of it as the time the muses are talking and if I am sound asleep, I would not be able to hear them. It is now 630am, I have submitted 1 proposal, written a grocery list, drank 2 cups of tea, and finished Christmas shopping. Now, I am ready to go to bed. It ain’t all bad.