I don’t sleep well. I close my eyes and I fall asleep, but I don’t wake up refreshed. I wake up worried and I wake up tired.
Sometimes, I have nightmares and bad dreams.
Last night I had my first nightmare in my new home. I don’t know what caused it. As Ebenezer Scrooge supposed, it could have been caused by “an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato.” It could have been a Canada mint.
I thought I heard footsteps on the stairs and then they approached my bedroom. They paused in front of my bedroom door and as I waited for the intruder to do whatever intruders do, I contemplated grabbing whatever weapon was within reach. I was frozen in sleep.
I woke up and found it was just a dream. There was no intruder and I was alone here in the country.
Meanwhile, in Bath, Maine, some geraniums have survived a killing frost.
Fear not, we are close by.
Up early, too! Thank goodness.
well, maybe Gina was sleepwalking? 😀
One of my friends sent me a great reminder about sleep; I am going to share it later this week. It’s not exactly about sleepwalking, but close!