Sleepy sleepy


I am so tired, it seems sleep is definitely not what it use to be. It’s as if I walked into a 2dollar store and bought some sleep there..lasting briefly, bad quality and not worth the money spent on it. There are so many elements missing from my current sleeping pattern.  I think my body clock got confused along the way and was left behind waiting. The catching up is nearly impossible, I think a reboot might be better.

I would have tried the tea thing again..camomile…  But after the very exciting green tea stint, I feel ever so aprehensive about anything requiring no sugar or milk, pale in colour that resembles green or any herbal tea…yuk

The rainy weather today is also not helping much. It’s definitely nature’s lullaby but it’s now just too close to evening to nap. With some luck it might carry on and lull me to sleep later. Yawn..almost weekend 😊



My bed seems like a dark hole, luring me closer with whispers of pleasant sleep. Promises of beautiful dreams and blissful places. It calls my name in soft murmered notes…wanting to ensnare me.

I follow and walk in empty footsteps closer to a dark pit of doom. I have been there before…in the space between happiness and sorrow. Wrapped in the soft warm sheets with my head resting on a pillow dampened by tears of sorrow.

The safety and warmth of the soft smells keep me comfortably trapped. It has been too long, it will be even longer. My name is whispered again, resistance would be invain.

I nestle myself deeper under thick blankets in disrepair. I can hear the rain falling outside, I can smell the fresh spring air. It is not enough to get me to leave my bed… It is whispering my name and I am hearing it’s call.