I can't Sleep

Yes..I can't...sleep...so I'm down here writing this at eleven minutes past midnight..Not only that but I'm on my 3rd cup of vanilla ice cream...If my hubby flings to my side of the bed and gropes on an empty space, he will surely get up..walk out that bedroom door...take three steps down the stairs and ask me what on earth I am doing down here...to which I will answer, I can't sleep..to which he will reply oh' c'mon upstairs anyway.....and so if this abruptly ends...that is surely the reason why...

See those bags around my eyes?..They weigh heavier than usual...I try to hide them under mounds of concealer...works for sometime but then when my skin absorbs the pasted wonder, I believe the look of tired comes through....My back hurts a bit as well..all signs of stress....

Stress isn't really all that bad I know....it draws out reserves of stored energy, plinks your mind to think of magical solutions, builds resilience too....It also gives one a chance to practically practice all the feel good positive affirmations one conjures when things are going smooth....makes me, most especially, try the breathing techniques experts claim to boost up the immune...I say vanilla ice cream is the cure...three tall cup fulls...

I mentioned the death of a dream gives birth to new ones...and I believe a new dream has just been born....You see, my family now has to face the obvious reality that the world isn't just here...it's there and there and there as well....and there is most likely where my children will go to....in the near future....

Aaah' but I don't want to think about it anymore..just yet...All I want is for me to be haunted by sleep...here..right here where I am..right now....

Another cup of vanilla ice would probably get me there...in my sleep...which is here...ye'

tweny' eight minutes past the hour....sleep come get me...