Night

I've decided I love sleep. It's one of my favorite things. Nothing to do, no one to bother you. Just me and good old fashioned resting. No worries, no problems. Would be best if I fell asleep with a significant other around, perhaps both of us falling asleep on each other, but you know. Beggars can't be choosers.

But... Lately, I've found that my rest has been... Interrupted. Or otherwise.... Different. Sometimes I've cried myself to sleep, on account of something that has happened. Things that have affected me so much, or things I've thought of. Or even things that I wish I could have but never really can. Then I wake up, and I can't remember why. Just that... I had cried myself to sleep. I guess that's one way to go to bed at night.

Another is I read/talk myself to sleep. If my best friend is busy or she's already passed out, I read a novel or two and I go to sleep quite nicely. They give me good dreams and I always wake up feeling refreshed. Or, I talk with her until she falls asleep and then I go to bed. Sometimes I just pass out and she's left wondering why I haven't responded. I like this way. Less sad. More enjoyable. (Plus. It never fails to be interesting late at night when we talk. ;) )

At night, most often though... I'm alone with my thoughts. Just me myself and I. And those get pretty varied at night. Mostly, I think of what makes me happy. Scenarios run through my mind, and I'm left wishing that perhaps, just once, I could fulfill those. In order to fall asleep, I think of a scenario with a certain someone who could, in my opinion, make me feel... Content. And, as I become content, I fall asleep. This method works really well on long car rides. Or places that are uncomfortable to sleep in. But I always go to one of a few things when I sleep. (No, I'm not gonna mention them here, silly readers.) It's a patented method. ;) If you gotta sleep, think. :)

And when I do sleep... I never remember what I dream about. Or rather, very rarely. Only certain parts. Very vivid parts. But, my dreams are always very... Realistic. Never horribly fantastic or out of some sort of crazy ville. But very... Normal. I tend to see... Possibilities. And things that could actually be part of the future. Closely related to déjà vu. In the morning, I wake up, and it's like nothing ever happened, and I wish I could go back to sleep to continue living what was a wonderful dream.

Today is a, just get it over with and sleep day, I think. Hence the subject. I can't wait until I have to go to bed and I can just relax without problems to worry me.