Sleeping, the joy of sleeping. A good night's sleep is better than just about anything I can think of these days. I love to go to sleep almost as much as I love to wake up in the morning.
We bought a new mattress recently. Our old one had ten years or more of tosses and turns and curling ups and many, many dreams. We switched to a memory foam type mattress. The first night was interesting. When they say it molds to your body type, I didn't know what they meant. I figured it out right away. You lay down and that's it. Plunk and sink. You don't toss and turn because you can't. It would require lifting your body, turning and replunking. Hmmmm. We soon realized a little softness was needed on the surface. So I ordered a nice topper that's seems to have done the trick. I no longer feel like I'm laying on a dense marshmallow without the give. Tossing and turning are no longer an issue. I do it just like the old days.
About once a month I actually sleep through the night and don't open my eyes until 5 or 6 in the morning. Tim teases me because I get into bed around 9ish and am usually snoring (so he says) by 10. Ten or so hours later I'm ready to face the world. What he doesn't realize (because he's snoring away,) is that I've watched the clock from 1 to 2 and sometimes 3 in the morning. I've come to call it "horizontal meditation." When I'm not working on ideas during that awake period, I think about nothingness. It's really quite nice. I've gotten pretty good at it. I like nothing. Really, alot.
And then before I know it, it's 7:30 in the morning and time to rise and shine. But not before one more roll over. Just one more.
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