This doesn't happen often, and when it does, I try to sleep. It's late, and I'm still awake, way past the time I am normally dreaming dreams of beads and how to make them. Tonight, I'm awake, wide awake. I want to sleep, and I'm very tired, but I can't. Sleep is that commodity that rushes ahead of me. Sleep is what most people in my town are doing now. I know I'm not alone. There are those who work 3rd shift in the factories in town. Police officers are awake and cruise around town. Doctors and nurses in the hospital are awake. There are also those people who suffer from chronic insomnia. I know I'm not alone. I'd rather be sleeping.
Now, if I were to think about sleep, I'd be thinking of my bed, and how wonderful it feels when I lay down. I'd think of the feeling that comes over me, the magic moment, right before I fall into a relaxing sleep when I am at peace. I'd think of those late night prayers when I know that God hears me the best, the prayers that bring me in closest to Him. I'd think of all those people whom I love. I'd wonder if they were sleeping at this moment, too, and I'd give thanks to God for them. I'd think of those people whom I have loved and lost. I'd think of the blessings that have come to me through them. I'd think of my family who live so far away. I'd think of my children, and I'd thank God for the gift of them. There are so many wonderful thoughts that come with sleep!
Even though I'm not sleeping right now, I'm thinking I'd still rather be in that state of deep slumber. The night is sacred. The night is blessed. I want to be cradled in the darkness. I need to be enveloped in that blessedness of sleep.
Tomorrow, I want to be refreshed and ready for the new day. Now, it's time for sleep.