I woke strangely again this morning.
I popped awake from a dream in which I was entangled in a pile of
branches blown to the ground by a fierce, hissing windstorm. And then, when I tried to shift my position in
the bed, I discovered my body hopelessly knotted into what seemed the aftermath
of an explosion of blankets, sheets, and pillows.
I often wake from dreams of violence and find myself snarled into
my bedding.
Sometimes, it appears as if I have traveled complete circles
around my bed while plowing up the sheets and blankets with my feet along the
way.
“Rest” seems an inappropriate term for my sleeping.
—Mitchell Hegman
My sleep has been wonky the few nights, I am blaming the weather. I have a too-big bed for my current life situation but I have discovered I can create a king sized bed making fiasco before dawn if left to my own devices.
ReplyDeleteI believe we have the exact same problem. If, say, my cat was sleeping in the bed, I would behave. But when alone, I am tangling with branches in a windstorm!
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