I don’t recall the last time I had a decent sleep. I feel like sleep for me is an extra to life that isn’t necessary and that my body is at its full engine power, keeping me upright and pulling energy from the clouds so that I can do stuff like play cars or stir oatmeal. How long can I go with bumpy sleep? Sleep that catapults me into an empire of weakness, of brain fuzz, of tummy turning, shivering quality.
Maybe if I start wearing socks to bed, it’ll help.