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?
Sincerely,
Me
2 comments:
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!
Sigh. Sleep--I don't think it likes me of late either. Love it Wendy!
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