I have chronic insomnia. I've had it for over 13 years now. It sucks. Really, it does. I've gone days without sleep only to have a couple hours of what I call "relief sleep". Then the cycle usually continues. Drs have tried a few prescription sleep meds, but they all leave me feeling absolutely horrid. I've used melatonin, and keep some on hand "just in case", but I hate having to rely on meds for anything that should occur naturally...not just sleep.
So, tonight came as a shock to me when I peacefully dozed off listening to the rhythmic sounds of my boyfriend as he slept. I hardly awoke when, an hour or so later, I somehow heard him say "babe" so softly. If this is all it would've taken to let me sleep in peace without the weight of the world on my shoulders and my mind running rapidly at 1234567890 miles per second, why couldn't I have found him sooner? Alas, I'm content to be able to fall asleep listening to him every night for however long the universe allows him to be mine.
And now...I'm going back to sleep...
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Randomness of the Queen: Zweiter Teil
РазноеIt's back again. Just go read the description of my first "Randomness of the Queen" book because I don't feel like typing it all again. *Will contain mature language **Will contain some mature themes
