A Little Rest for the Wicked

Laying in bed last night, I listen as Randall starts to lightly snore.

I listen as his breathing evens out and he falls into a deeper sleep.

Usually this is something that relaxes me and helps me fall asleep.

Not last night.

Last night was a night in which no matter what I did my mind would not shut up.

Shit.  Thank you insomnia.

This is what rolled around in my head as I tried to fall asleep:

"So glad tomorrow is Monday so Kaylee can go back to school.I know she gets so bored around here on the weekends.I have to have to have to do laundry tomorrow.I hate doing laundry.I need to pick some things up from the store.I really want to have Alfredo for lunch tomorrow.The bed is annoying me.When did this bed become so damn uncomfortable?"

Then I start to concentrate on Randall.

"UGH!I wish he would stop snoring!Lucky bastard never has trouble sleeping!Wonder if I can make him stop snoring with my mind? *stops for 5 seconds while I send snore death waves with my brain* Damnit!Maybe I should turn my light on and read for a little bit.Reading always makes me sleepy.But knowing my luck Randall will wake up and ask me why I am sitting here reading and not sleeping and then I will have to tell him that I couldn't sleep and he will want to know why and I won't have any reason for him other than I just couldn't sleep but I could tell him that he was snoring and it kept me awake but really it wasn't his snoring it was just my mind wouldn't SHUT THE FUCK UP but if I told him that he would look at me like I was crazy so maybe I just won't read."

Oh.... My.... God!  Shut up Shut up SHUT UP!  Please shut up and let me sleep for just a little bit.

So I lay there.

I play the alphabet game.  I go through the alphabet in my head and name off an animal/food/place/thing that coincides with each letter.

"A = apple, B = Banana, C = Cucumber, D = Dog..."  You can see where I was going, I am sure.

I look at the clock.  It has been 3 hours since we went to bed.  THREE FUCKING HOURS!?  3am.  Great that means I have three and a half hours before I have to get Kaylee up for school.

Shit.

I lay there and obsess a little bit.  I roll over and face Randall.  He has stopped snoring.  I start playing with my hair.

I relax.

My eyes close.

The next thing I know my alarm is blaring some over played rap song in my ear.

Huh.

Imagine that.

I finally fell asleep.

Wonder how that happened?

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