Lately, I am reluctant to sleep. I don't feel tired, not really. I keep the TV on a satellite music station and drift off in my mind to thoughts a'many till I reach over and turn it off so that I can listen to voices in the darkness, no I am not crazy, I have a tendency to think about the past or imagine the future, when doing so, I turn off all sound and I envision the characters in my thoughts, I hear their voices and watch them move....its just me....a visual dreamer while I am awake! Often I will open the window, listen for branches to be lifted in a breeze, ease drop on the usual conversation of crickets chirping, with so much going on~ how could I sleep, I may miss something. When it rains, ahhhh.....then I can drift away swiftly.
I bet if I got a sleeping bag and I went outside on a hammock, I could drift away softly. I love it under the stars.
I have never been a real sleeper......
Maybe it is because as a young girl I didn't like the dreams that I woke up with. Not the dreams themselves really, the emotions, all tangled up in feeling lost, misunderstood, abandoned, sad with loss of the intangible touch of human hearts and hands.
That is for another time.....
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