I have been dared. And as we all know, one does not back down from a dare. What is the taunt, you ask? It is, friends, a dare made by a man of words, to write a post for my blog; a post which in its whole must not use a word, not one, which would call for more than one sound with which to speak it out loud. I am up to this task, I think--I will at the least try my best. (I would bet that my mom could do it, as well, and if she will try, I will post hers here, too.)
While my child, the dear one, stays this night with my mom, sleep, for me, is not yet to be had. Could this be due to the lack of my dear girl's sweet weight next to me in my bed, since this is where she would rest, if she were here? I know I miss her small kiss, and the hands that reach out to hug my neck in the night, while still she sleeps and does not wake.
There is, in her stead, in my bed, a large dog who does her best to make up the night's loss of the small dear girl, or to at least take up the space that would be the child's, were she here. There is a small dog too, but he is wont to use as small a space on the bed as he can, right next to the edge (and he has yet to fall off, much to our shock). My spouse sleeps and snores, and knows naught of my thoughts or deeds at this late hour. As a point of fact, said dogs snore as well, and are just as blind and deaf as to what might be on my mind or in my heart at this time--this time when no one should be up, least of all me.
I have been plagued for some time now by lack of sleep, and nerves that are raw with stress, woe, angst and doubt. The thought, sweet at that, of my mom and my spouse in their gift to me of a whole night with no child to care for, was for me to try and claim some of the sweet rest that has slipped my grasp night by night by night of late. It is my fond hope that I can rise, and do that well, close to dawn, and not tire (to the point that sleep takes me) through the day, so that on the next night, when the time comes to sleep, that sleep will come to me with more ease. (Plus, by that time I will have a new sleep aid that may work for me where some have failed.)
I will end this now, my friends, in the hopes of an hour or two of rest, if I can swing it. Here's to sweet sleep, calm nerves, fine kin, good dogs, fair friends of a like mind, and good plain words that serve us all well. Good night, all!