NIGHT & DAY
August 2013
For years my life was
defined by the events and circumstances (work, play, emotional and physical
health, etc.) of the day at hand.
But recently a strange transition seems to be occurring. The days are
taking on an increasing sameness, while the nights, which have always been
consistently void of anything but dreams, are becoming unique. How many times
will I wake up because of pain in my legs, back, or neck? Will I have to get up to pee, or will one
of the dogs have to go out? Will
Patience poke me and tell me to roll over because I’m snoring? Sometimes I wake
up on my own and find that I am wide-awake at 3 A.M. I may eventually fall back
to sleep, or get up and go into my study and read or listen to music. Or perhaps
a profound dreams will wake me up, and I’ll find myself in that intermediate
state between awakeness and sleep, not knowing if I am consciously continuing
the dream or not.
While the days are
becoming predictable, the nights are taking on a
life of their own. When
the bedside light goes out I have no idea what adventure awaits me.
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