I’m not good at sleeping.
Especially, with other people; the room becomes too warm
and the bed becomes too crowded.
I don’t think what I have is insomnia, but rather simply a displaced awakeness.
I’m awake because I can’t sleep right now, and not because I can’t sleep at all.
I do like to cuddle– but not until the morning; I need six layers of blankets and room in the bed to play soccer in my dreams.
I love dreaming– in real life and in sleep, but getting there always takes some time.
Sometimes, I read.
Other times I watch Netflix until I nod off.
All of my great ideas come to me at 3am.
I refuse to take melatonin.