Have I mentioned I hate it that I have such troubles falling asleep? Consider it to have been said, and reiterated several more times.
I keep hoping each evening as I feel exhaustion envelope me, that this will be the night that sleep comes easily. This will be the night when all my sleep needs are met or exceeded. This will be the night that doesn’t have me up typing away at midnight as I wait for the melatonin to kick in.
I’m considering that I may want to find a way to remind myself to take the melatonin a few hours before midnight on future nights. An alarm of some kind, set for 9 instead of 12. Maybe I will remember to set such a beast tomorrow night.
Maybe.
Right now a horizontal position is calling to me, but I’m afraid if I go to it before the melatonin kicks in that sleep will be more persistent in its game of hide-and-seek. I’m reluctant to lie in watch of my clock creeping past the minutes. I’m agonizing over the elusiveness of the sleep which I so crave.
Forget the melatonin, I think tomorrow night I’m going to fix myself a Long Island Iced Tea.