February 20th, 2011
I have never been one to sleep well. I mark night time like I do work- 3 more hours, 2 more hours…20 more minutes. I rarely dream and when I do they are absolute nonsense. I envy my husband who can sleep so deeply and dream vivid epic dreams. This afternoon I fell asleep on the couch. I dreamed I was crawling down our hallway. Lovely. I plan and schedule sleep simply so I can function. I do not enjoy it like Robert does. It is probably part of why I am so disturbed by how much he can sleep- at times 24 hours straight. Not even a bathroom break. Jealous? Maybe.