Obviously, lightning doesn’t strike twice since, yeah, it’s 9 and I’m blogging … but last night, a miracle, I was asleep at 9 o’clock. Not falling asleep … not watching TV and trying to sleep … actually, full blown, dead ass out like a light.
The last time I went to bed at 9, it was probably 2010, it was before I had a book-baby, before I decided to become one of those people who can casually mention they trained themselves to go on four hours of sleep a night. In 2011, bedtime was always around the witching hour and for the most part, I’m always up before the sun. So, you can imagine my joy when I literally passed out so early … then, a real miracle, I woke up before the alarm.
All day I thought about the things I’ve given up over the past year, sleep being one of the many things. And it’s almost amazing how little I miss those things until, like a full nights REM sleep, I rediscover them.
Okay … now I need to go back to writing In The After … just thought I’d share a very random thought with ya’ll.