Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Perchance To Dream

Dear Sleep,

I know we haven't been the best of friends over the years.  Especially lately there has been some tension.  I don't want to place blame here, but truthfully, I feel like you are never around when I need you. 

I realize that there are many times during the day when you try to spend quality time with me and I cut it short, or rebuff you altogether, but it is always with the invitation to come back later.  I nearly always reserve a solid eight hours every night just to hang out with you. 

I guess turn-about is fair play, huh?  I don't let you visit in the day, so you refuse to visit in the night.

Let's work something out, amicably.  I really don't want to have to call in the mediator.  Her name is Unisom and I hear she usually favors people like me over you.  If things get really serious I can call a guy I know who has a friend named Ambien.  This is not a threat.  I'm just saying...I'd really like to spend more time with you.  During the night. Tonight would be good for me.  See you then?




Laura said...

This rings so true for me too, but put in such a Wendy way. And Unisom and Ambien...ahhh, such good friends to me at times. Only they're like stalkers and won't let go after I'm done with them.

I think I might need to read this letter to my own sleep tonight because it has not been my friend for a little while either.

Good luck tonight!

themayerfamily said...

Sigh. Sleep--I don't think it likes me of late either. Love it Wendy!