I have actually been doing much better with sleep lately. It makes it even more frustrating when it’s not working out. But the worst is when it’s working exactly right, I am sleeping deeply–dead to the world–and then I hear something that wakes me suddenly from that deep sleep.
I don’t know what it really was. It got filtered into the dream I was having, and it sounded like someone was banging on my door. But there’s no one at the door. I don’t know if it came from the hallway or outside. It doesn’t really matter. What matters that it startled me, and now I’m too alert to get back to sleep easily.
At least I have the cat. Mr. Darcy is doing what he usually does when I’m startled and up in the middle of the night, which is standing watch. He lays on the end of the bed or on the couch next to me, very alert, looking out. I call this pose ‘gargoyle-cat.’ Normally he’d be meowing up a storm to get me to pet him or pick him up, but now he’s just laying there, keeping an eye on things for me. He’s almost as good as a dog. It is comforting.
I’m not going to lie. I mostly wrote this post to see if I could get it out of my system. I don’t really have much to say at this hour. So I’m going to try to go back to bed now. Fingers crossed.