It's 4:00 in the "morning". A very dark, dark morning. Nothing bad
is happening...it's just dark outside!
Why! Why! Why!, I murmured. I am going to be so tired
tomorrow, and I have to work! Every time this happens, I can't
help thinking of my first three months without my husband. I was
so exhausted from not sleeping. I missed him so much. Still do,
but at least I can sleep now. Well, most of the time.
I dream of the...wait! HA, I said "dream". Don't I wish....Let me
rephrase that. I can't wait to be with him. I can't wait to sleep
next to him and feel his warmth. However, that will have to wait a
couple more weeks. Meantime, I must return right now to that cold,
big bed, where I sleep at the edge of MY side...as I face the bed
to my right, if you must know.
Oh, sweet September 13th, please come fast and rescue me.
Delta Airlines...fly me in that chicken coop, you call Business Class.
Why is it called like that anyways? There is no room in your planes
to even mind your own business!
My eyes are hurting. I am going to try to sleep. It's 5:01 now.
Good night...good morning ...Whatever!
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