Catching up

I fell asleep last night at a reasonable hour for a change. By fall asleep, I of course mean lapsed into a coma after a sleepless week caught up to me.

I laid down last night while it was still early enough that they hadn't even turned the music up downstairs to full volume yet. I drifted in and out of sleep as it got louder, but after the week I'd had, it couldn't keep me from sleep, even if it was fitful. I woke every few hours and answered messages that were pilling up on my phone during the hours that people typically know me to be most available. I slid right back into sleep after consuming an entire bottle of water in three ravenous gulps. I woke later and polished another bottle, as though I were sweating out the week in my sleep and I need the water for what's to come.

I woke early this morning and it was drizzling. The sun had just started to rise and it was one of those rare hours of the day where it was quiet, the trucks not having yet begun rolling down the street, the people having gone home and not started to come back just yet. I listened to the rain, just the rain, as I laid in bed and tried not to think of anything, except wether I wanted bananas foster french toast or blueberry pancakes.