September 21, 2014

  Sleepiness flirted with me all day.  
A by product of my fitful night.  
Premenopausal tossing and turning at night, interrupted by midnight, 2am and 430am bathroom runs. 
Dreams I cannot recall, that still linger on the edge of my mind.  Gentle snoring that pulls me back from the brink of sweet oblivion.  I awaken myself only to drift back to that place, Half awake, half sleep,  but falling into the welcome blackness.
Then a sound reaches deep into the inky depths and pulls me back. Part music, part machine, it is my iPhone telling me it's time to let go of my sweet slumber. It is time to open my eyes to the light.   It is time to return to the land of sunshine and green things. It is 7:45am.   It Sunday and the day awaits.