Amy N Kaplan

Sleep eludes me again. I toss and turn; I adjust my pillows. It is all for naught. I lie there, waiting for sleep.

My mind races through everything that happened today… did I forget to do something? Should I have done something differently?

I’m too hot so I toss the covers onto my sleeping husband. I cannot feel the fan that is always on when we go to bed.

It never seems dark enough. The light from the clock on my husband’s side of the bed is just too bright. How on earth am I supposed to sleep with this?

I’m too cold now, so I grab the wad of blankets and sheets off of my sleeping husband and shiver as I try to fall asleep.

Ahh, bliss… I can feel myself drifting off… and then it happens. My husband begins to snore. I’m not sleeping now.

Maybe if I play a game on my phone? No, then I’ll have to find my glasses and my phone in the semi-dark.

Now the cat knows that I’m awake and wants my attention. Great. “No, Calgary, it isn’t time to get up with mommy. Go back to sleep.”

Since the cat and I are both awake, perhaps I should read a book? No, I’ll have to turn on a light, get my glasses and find my book.

These pillows just are wrong tonight! I pound them into submission in the hopes that sleep will come soon.

The snoring has stopped… hallelujah! And now I’m too hot again. I wonder if it’s worth it to bring an extra fan in here from the garage….

Finally, I am comfortable. Sleep should happen any time now.

Nope.

My darling husband has begun his nightly ritual of talking in his sleep. Cool, this time it didn’t wake me up… BECAUSE I WAS STILL AWAKE.

I give up and get out of bed. I’ll just make a cup of tea and then go back to bed.

After three hours of reading reddit posts and looking at Facebook I decide to write in my blog about not being able to sleep.