Dear Sleep, I Miss You
I miss sleep.
I’ve always liked sleep. And, I think, sleep has always liked me.
We used to have a close, lovely relationship. Drifting off after a day spent outdoors playing, or after a long and magnificently full school day. Falling into bed after a soccer game and shower, with feet and hair still damp. Falling asleep slowly and peacefully after finishing up an article. And even nodding off after feeding one of my children during their infancy was blessed connection with sleep.
Sleep would often give me gifts: fanciful and extravagant dreams, a sense of well-being upon waking up, renewed energy. Yes, sleep and I had a good thing …