In those early hours, long before the alarm setting, in the first seconds of consciousness, thoughts bubble to the surface, reaching a boiling point more quickly than the fastest tea kettle. It’s seems that every worry, fear and task we have to accomplish the rest of our life waits for its special time with us, when we are vulnerable and without our armor. All methods of tips and tricks are employed, but feet to floor and starting the day are the only proven remedy, no matter how ridiculous the hour.
Though our Achilles’ heels differ by day, my closest friends and I share this condition by night, an affliction I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, who, ironically, these days, or should I say these nights, is the Elusiveness of Sleep.
