But lately all I ever seem to dream about is sleep. Sometimes I dream that I'm lying in a field of fresh lavender that gently rocks back and forth with each passing tide of the wind; other times I'm in my own bed pretending to be asleep and desperately wishing that I were. To dream of not being able to sleep is a nightmare of its own reality and whenever I find myself having one of those, I try to alert my consciousness just like that nut-job did on Elm Street.
I think about it all the time and often lose myself in visions of sweatpants, remote controls and fuzzy pink slippers. And although I keep myself on a very tight motherly leash, enjoying every second of time spent with a rather precocious child; there is a moment of truth that comes to fruition whenever her head hits the pillow and I am released of all parental obligations.
Sometimes I wish I could roll back the clock and wake up twenty years ago at a place that no longer exists. Sister's of Mercy would be gently thumping in the background while I twirled and shimmied my way up to the bar to order another round. And a mirror propped behind a shelf full of half-empty liquor bottles would reflect an image from a time that I can never get back. But just as expected and without any warning, I'll wake up and realize that my wish was really just another dream; a fantastic dream...
And one that I can't wait to have again (hopefully TONIGHT)!
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