Night Sounds

I wake in pain, like there's a skewer lodged in my sinus passage. I can't return to sleep. The cats eye me as I settle on the couch, and Jonesy-kitty ventures over to say hello. It's not even four, and the birds are already singing. I know this because the windows are open, and the wan breeze feels good on my bare legs.

There are emails to be answered, but I let them sit some more, because I'd rather just sit. I listen to the birds. The click of Jonesy's claws on the wood floor. The refrigerator noises. The train whistle.

I wonder if sleep will come.

Comments

[coldbear]

Dors ! Ici le printemps est en retard, il commence tout juste. La neige tarde à s'en aller.
Dors.

[Beth]

I've come to really appreciate the silence night brings. Though, like you, I've experienced it lately because I can't sleep, which takes the pleasure down a notch.

I woke up this morning to a strange sound. I was lying in bed, thinking, "What is that?" And then realized: birds.

It's been too long since I've heard them in the morning, I guess.

[Beth]

Duh. I meant to add: "I hope you have the chance to take a nap today and that the skewer becomes dislodged from your sinus cavity."

[Audra]

I feel your pain...although I woke up every hour on the hour feeling like someone was hitting my knees with a hammer!

[The CEO]

This is where you either have a boilermaker or two; or hunt a few birds with Mr. Jones. Then have breakfast and surprise Allan.

[Suzy]

I know that feeling all too well. Hope your insomnia passes soon!!