Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Two sides of the moon

Another fitful night. Awake at 2.07, again at 3.00am. And then again. And again.

I flip from side to side and back. I get too hot and throw aside the quilt, then turn the pillow to find its cooler face. I lie back down for what seems only minutes, before I’m up again to shed my clothes. Yet seconds later, I'm cold again and reaching for the quilt.

I look at you, lying there unconscious. I want to wake you, shake you, haul you from your dreams. How dare you lie there, deep in sleep and peaceful?

I listen to your breathing, try to time mine to the ins and outs. But I can’t find the rhythm,  I only feel discomfort as I hold my breath too long, or can’t take in enough to fill my lungs.

Then as I watch and listen, your gentle inhalation becomes a rasping snore. I tap you lightly on the shoulder, hoping that might be enough to bring me peace. But no, the grating sound continues. My push is harder, and still you don’t wake up, yet somewhere in your deep unconsciousness you hear or sense me, then you turn away.

And I am still awake, and lying there, and helpless, as all the crowding, rushing, scaring thoughts roll in. 

It’s 2am and I am here awake. The room is dark but warm and reassuring; it holds me safely in the arms of night and peace. From a distance comes the faint drone of the motorway, beside me, the slightest sighing of your breath.

My eyes adjust and focus in the darkness, the shapes become the furniture I know. Their solidity a comforting reminder, of who and where I am, that I am home. I know that, until tomorrow, there’s no harm can come to me, or you, nothing I must do or say, no solutions to be found or problems fixed.

So I lie here and begin to count my blessings. The firm mattress that supports my back, the pillow that cradles my head. The man I love, sleeping at my side, and the night-time hours that are mine alone.


Anonymous said...

Nothing worse than not being able to sleep.

Fran said...

You probably speak for many here!

Jacksquatch Detangled said...

Loved it. You should do this writing thing more often!

Zainab Ummer Farook said...

Nothing better than a sleepless night to just let our thoughts drift. But then, even your aimless musings are poetic. Wonderful post (as always!)

Great to see you back on my dashboard :)

BLissed-Out Grandma said...

I tend to get angry about not sleeping. I think I'll switch to counting my blessings and seeking peace! Thanks for this.

Nessa Locke said...

I guess it is all in the perspective, even if we only ever do see one side of the moon.

Jennifer said...

I loved the changes in perspective. Lovely writing, as always.