Book of Jamez

55 y/o malcontent, something of a writer

Tag: sleep

  • Fatigued Funnies

    I didn’t sleep much last night. I went to sleep around 11 and thought it would be a full night of rest.. but a little after 2 I was wide awake lying in bed hoping to fall back to slumber. But sleep won’t come when you want it to it seems… So instead I got up and did some reading and some work… and headed to the office. I think I got there a little after five…

    Anyway, it was a long day and I spent it doing my normal stuff.. you know: creating chaos, listening to people whine, shaking my head while reading emails from co-workers…

    Anyway I started to run out of energy around 3 today at the office and laughed at things that weren’t all that funny… that’s a nice thing I guess and laughter is good for you they say.

    it continued tonight when I arrived home – I laughed for a good five minutes at this picture from Facebook

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    I’m trying to stay awake for another hour or so, in the hopes that I’ll sleep through the night, watching some old episodes of Castle and it’s making me laugh… and a cat meme… and a lot of silliness

    I hope you’ve had a laughter filled day like I have – sweet dreams.

  • I Wake

    I wake

    There is no weariness in me

    No remnants of terror from a nightmare

    I simply wake

    convinced I’ve slept well into the morn

    my eyes open to darkness

    the distant digital clock blinks at me that it’s a little after four

    I rise and go closer, my eyes play tricks without my glasses

    almost midnight when I closed my eyes, I should be weary

    no pressure on my bladder, no urge to release

    I force myself to go, perhaps that’s why I woke

    common enough these days

    returning to bed I can sense sleep on the edges

    it taunts me, entices me and I long for it

    stretching towards it I grasp and wrestle

    sleep would be ideal, I don’t have to work tomorrow

    dream tinged bubbles of reality flash before my eyes

    visions of the day that was and the work week to be

    fragments of  books merge with real life worries

    I spend minutes that pass like hours contemplating thoughts

    frustrated I toss and turn

    laying on my back I breathe, slowly in and out

    slowly in and out – count 1, 2, 3 exhale and think “out”

    focus only on the breathing, stay focused, but

    the bubbles return again, demanding to be observed, contemplated

    still no weariness and sleeps seems to have slipped past the horizon

    I wake and enjoy the silence – better than the struggle to sleep