I can’t sleep, not even sleepy. I think there must be something wrong with me because our bodies are designed to need sleep. Mine must be defective. But it doesn’t feel like a defect. It feels like a blessing not to feel tired. Wouldn’t it be great if we could run non-stop without feeling tired? Have every minute of our lives to live. Not to work more, but to live more. I do enjoy a pleasant dream, though, so maybe to sleep to dream could be a hobby.
I don’t know why I can’t sleep. It’s not as if I built up this surplus of sleep on other nights. It’s 3:30 AM and my daughter will soon be getting up for work which means my grandson will be up too. I will have to turn off the light and lay down with him so he’ll go back to sleep for a couple of hours.
Someone told me this sleeplessness has something to do with growing older. Older people, older than me, are always napping during the day. Maybe it’s because they don’t sleep at night. They’re returning to the beginning of life when they didn’t sleep through the night and napped during the day. Is that it? Full circle?