I went to bed last night around 11:30 and then at 1:00 I woke up and spent the next hour tossing and turning and tossing and turning. And tossing and turning. Wide awake and with my brain working overtime. Not that I was thinking about anything really important. Just thinking. About anything and everything. Some of it silly or odd. Ah, the brain of the introvert...
Don't let the cute face and googly eyes fool you.
At 2:00 AM, I realized that sleep was not going to come. Maybe if I read awhile? That usually does it for me. But I didn’t want to turn on a light and disturb the most amazing man in the world who was snoring up a storm. Lucky bugger. So I grabbed the book on my nightstand and headed down to the family room. Our couch is pretty comfy and occasionally I lie down on it to read on a rainy afternoon. And inevitably doze off. I was hoping the same would happen this time. So with a good book in hand and with my needy cat, Mocha, snuggled up against me, I eventually...after an hour or so...finally...oh the relief...I was so exhausted by then...fell asleep.
For only a couple of hours.
Because pesky sweet Mocha decided at 5:00 in the morning that it was time to be fed and she meowed like her life depended on it!