I haven't slept a full night in so long it scares me. I am beginning to fall asleep with my eyes open at work, even during conversations. I know that the deadness shows as I drift off in the middle of someone else's sentence. I know now what "bone tired" means.
It is not that I can't fall asleep. I do as soon as I sit down and turn on the television. Last night, I went to bed before ten. And I woke at midnight. So I got up, drank some water, and rummaged through the drawer for a sleep aid. An old, beat up box of Sominex was all I had. I read everything on the box and could not find a dosage, but since the tablets were packaged two together, I thought it reasonable that one was meant to take both. I did. Within minutes, I could feel something happen to my body. It was just a letting go. And then I slept like the proverbial baby.
I woke to robbers in the attic. Or a large animal, perhaps a fifty pound mammal of some sort. Or it could have been a rat. Whatever it was, it was too early. I was still limp, my mind paralyzed.
Bam. Boom.
What the fuck was this animal doing up there? I would have to get a gun, I thought. The thing must be HUGE!
I fell back to sleep.
I woke again about an hour later. I'd been in bed for nine and a half hours. I felt like I could stay the rest of the day.
I'd thought to run this morning before going to the factory since I have to go to my second job tonight and won't have a chance. But I can barely walk. The best part is that I don't care. I just want to go back to bed, and maybe I will. I have many hours of sleep to catch up on, though doctors say you can not "catch up" on sleep. I know, though, that they are wrong. They usually are. I just read, however, that a side effect of the drug is insomnia. I guess I'll never get off the things.
Friggin' Sominex. It works when the "pam" drugs won't.
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