Sleep didn’t come until the early morning hours, and even then, he didn’t stay nearly long enough.
I must admit that I am not particularly fond of a guest that shows up just when the evening is winding down. It is somewhat of an imposition and lacks consideration for my beauty rest requirements.
Sleep gets an invitation on yellow vellum paper the shade of the full moon. The words twinkle like stars and are scrolled in fancy glitter pen strokes: rest party from 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. No gifts necessary. Just come and celebrate the end of a wonderful day with gratitude.
Apparently, sleep didn’t read the invitation, or ignored it totally. He deals nightly with a multitude of other demands from chronic insomniacs and drug-induced, over stimulated folks that require his energy along with his band of dazed musicians.
I am the kind of person that will continue to extend an invitation to sleep until finally, one night he will arrive on time and leave when the shades go up.