Sweet Dreams

He woke up early, maybe around 6:00 or 6:30. He slept, snored, talked and moved around all night. I laid awake, hoping for some shut eye, fixing my pillow, moving around, finally giving in to reading, taking another pill and falling into a shallow sleep.
I hear him lift the dog up saying, “Let’s not wake your mom.” I think I’ll never go back to sleep but I do. The sweetest sleep, more out than in, dreaming, all dreams. My sisters come and talk to me. My friends drift in and out, all in a nice way. My Dad was in one of my dreams this morning. He was going fishing, just like he used to. I hope he is still fishing. He loved it.
I’d be half awake myself, mentally scanning my date book. Look at the clock, one eye closed. I have another hour to sleep. I don’t think I can and then I do fall back into the half sleep with all the dreams. The room is quiet. The room is dark! Just the way I like it. No dog, nor husband talking, snoring. Comforter up over my shoulder, yum!
I fall deeper, but still a little conscious and dreaming. Dreaming all the time. I’m fixing up one of my houses, moving a chair here, moving a painting there, sitting on the porch at my beloved Tollis Avenue, about to have a party, table all set, camera ready. Life is good.
I know I’m missing early hikes. I know I’m missing early coffees. I know I could be with friends chatting about our day, but I just love my morning sleep.
The sweetest sleep of all.