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.