©brokenimagery

Sleep is a funny thing. Sometimes we get too much of it, and our days are groggy, and our minds keep telling us it wants more, and to make your way back to your warm dwelling space. 

Other times, when this thing called "sleep" and "rest" disappear, we find ourselves living in a different world. Things feel, smell, and taste different. My world has been quiet, not in a bad way, but just kind of silent. Except for at night, when I lay down to go to bed...things are louder than ever.

My roommates are gone, and I have this home all to myself- the creeks and sounds I have come to know, and not mind...but the day that lingers on, and ravels into the night- I have not been able to close my eyes to it. I'll lay there, in my warm bed, cuddled up, pillows tucked around me, and the time just slowly drips down the drain, as does my ability to fall asleep. Sure, I've been busy, productive, socializing, isolating, and creating. Sleep. I hunger for you like I did my first burger after three years of not touching red meat...

So, tonight, because it already is seven o'clock, I will start to manifest a place of rest, and deem myself worthy of some quality Zzz's. For the sunsets have been absent in Portland's lingering spring/winter like weather, depressing and uninviting. Tonight, I close my eyes and put myself in the warmest sun set possible...