Can't sleep tonight. At least right now. I've been laying in there for a half hour and something is nagging at me keeping me awake. I don't know what it is. This is the first time since I've been back that sleeping has been a problem. Perhaps it's a sign that sleep is a luxury again. For the three weeks I was in Saratoga Springs, sleep was the necessity. Now, I guess my body can take it or leave it.
Martha's bed is cozy enough. Kind of fluffy for my taste, but I've not had trouble sleeping here before. And I am tired. I can feel my eyes burn dry in the cool night, and my lids are heavy. Avi is awake, and jacked up. I'm watching him flip over a twist tie, trying to conquer it. I'll probably put on some Dr. Who in a moment. Haven't watched any since I got home.
I have to say, there was something so cozy about being on the second floor, in a single room, twin bed against a wall with an industrial lock on the door. That is absolute comfort to me. The idea that no one can get in except me and a security guard sworn to protect me. Just being on the second floor is good enough, sometimes. Checking into a hotel: give me the highest floor possible, please. I've never slept so good as when I'm at moderately higher altitudes. Sleepless nights like these make me miss the necessity of sleep and my one-room apartment, so far away.
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