I am incredibly envious of my dogs’ masterful ability to sleep. They sleep the majority of the day, drifting in and out of slumber. They can sleep through just about anything, other than the sound of the treat jar opening. And when they do wake, it takes mere seconds for them to slip back into a dream. I, on the other hand, wake at the slightest sound—my husband’s breathing, the house settling, the air conditioner kicking on—and it takes a miracle for me to resume my sleep. I toss and turn, think, over-think, worry, and catastrophize. I’ve tried OTC sleep aids, natural sleep aids, and odd Southern remedies, but nothing really works. I usually spend the next day in a sleep-deprived fog. Actually, I think I might be in one now. Maybe it’s time for a well-earned nap.
“Sleep”–Graphite and Colored Pencil–From my Sketchbook