The aftermath of a restless night

I am fortunate to be a good sleeper. When I go to bed, I usually fall asleep in mere moments.

Last night was an exception.

I could tell when I went to bed it wouldn’t be quite so easy. My mind wouldn’t turn off.  I tossed and turned. Eventually, fell asleep. But it wasn’t restful. I dreamt. I tossed and turned. My pillow wasn’t right. I was too hot. I was too cold. I tried sleeping on my left, my right, my back, my stomach. On and on. I slept two hours at a stretch, one hour, then awoke and it started all over again.

All.

Night.

Long.

I am fortunate to be a good sleeper. Tonight, I hope to fall asleep in mere moments.