You know that I hate to sleep now, really. It's true. There's something about my sheets, my bed, all of that.
They whisper me away
Sure, they're warm and inviting and comforting
, and all the things you'd ever want in a bed. They even occasionally house a mischievous stuffed dog
. But sometimes, that's not quite enough. And I keep myself from there as long as practical. And sometimes longer.
You should know my dreams
by now. Not all of them; there's a lot. But the ones you wish you dreamed, too. Or the dreams you share with me. Or the ones you'll never understand. "You'll get it one day," I hope to myself, knowing that some people just... don't.
And yet, it's not the dreams that bother me, really. Sometimes, I even embrace them, sometimes I don't know what to think of them. It's the moments before sleep that poke at me. Everyone has their thoughts as they lie there, those precious minutes. And sometimes, it helps if someone's there with you
, and sometimes, it doesn't make any difference at all. And if my sheets aren't just right, there are night's where I just won't fall quite right...
It's harder than it looks
. I've used the phrase "thinly veiled" a lot lately, about myriad
things. Sometimes, I'm coy about the silliest moments. And other times, I'm clear as crystal, with hardly a smudge; no warnings for the birds flying towards. Yet I'm the one who hits the glass.
How's that work, anyway?
You shouldn't ever write off something, but for just one line. It could be the stupidest thing you've ever heard, but grant it the favor, allow it the chance to explain itself
. I'm learning more than ever how much context truly matters. This may seem self-evident, but when there's so much smoke, and the haze makes twilight, it's hard to find any sort of context in the middle of it all. And things get muddled. And people get hurt
. So it becomes a waiting game
. Just promise that you won't lie in wait, deluded. Take a step back and examine your folly
It will make things easier, later on, if all else fails
. And it will make your reward even more sweet when it finally arrives; probably when you least expect it.