18 - Sleep

Eyes heavy, breathing slowed, the room is dark and silent. My consciousness however, remains completely alert. My arms and legs tingle restlessly as I toss and turn. Unable to stop my mind and legs from pulsing consistently, I keep my eyes closed willing them to speak to the rest of my body. My wife next to me stirs and it only makes it worse. I control my breathing and tell myself that I must sleep in order to function properly at work tomorrow. This process seems to go on for hours, but when I look at the clock a mere ten minutes has passed. I sigh and roll over again to a new, cold part of the pillow. Maybe this will help. I don't know when it happens, but sometime between my restless legs and the last time I rolled over, I drift out of consciousness.

I prefer to think of this life as a day and death as sleep. Even when I long to go to sleep, it seems I cannot until something this or other worldly, lets me. Sleep however is good, is welcome. I don't know too much about death but I hope and imagine that it would be like sleep, a welcomed reprieve from the thoughts, cares, and worries of this life. I am grateful for Sleep.