all the words matter.
It’s 8:45pm. I know because my phone buzzes, reminding me to brush my teeth. Begin winding down, Michaela. Begin acting as if nothing else needs to be added to and crossed off today’s list, the one you’ve made as the minutes tick by, the one where every item has been assigned the three stars of…
It’s hard to let her go. 2:45am comes. I feed her. And then it’s 4:30am and I’m waking up with her still in my arms. I finally surrender to the reality of my own sleep needs and return her to her bed but only after ten more kisses to her cheeks. She settles down quickly….
sometimes i don’t want to sleep. there’s so much i want to do and if i sleep, i might forget…
the way i relate to sleep. i’ve always wanted to be in the know. but i never want to have to ask. just want to be told. so when i sleep, unless there’s something in particular i want to ponder ASAP, i think of sleep as an inconvenience. why must i lie there, close my…