I've been floating in and out of sleep for the past few hours - and finally my mind has decided to kick me out of wierd-dream-land and into insomnia.
I blame Ordinary Guy and his overwhelming need to fix me (I wasn't really broken by the way). If he didn't beg me to close my eyes earlier than usual and rest my body, I bet I'd still be fast asleep, right this minute, and this post wouldn't be published. See, my mind and body can't consolidate themselves with each other. So even if one is tired, the other will be wide awake - and vice versa. Ordinary Guy's theory was, "If you don't sleep, you won't get better," because sleep seems to be a vital catalyst to a dose of the revolting (yet effective) Med-Lemon, which I downed in desperation tonight (I have NO inclination to let the flu take over my system).
He actually put me to sleep. The last person to do that was my Grandmother, plus-minus twelve years ago. He guilted me with his begging (Ordinary Guy never begs), and soothed me with his voice, and counted sheep over the phone (for a good while!) till my mind slowly began to fog up with unwanted sleep. And after ordering me to wake him up if I couldn't sleep, he quietly cut the call just as my limbs felt so heavy that they were going to melt into Sex on Legs (my bed), and my eyes seemed glued shut, and my voice would barely make it past my throat in order for me to say, "I think I'm falling asleep..."
And I did wake up. Several times after. Except I couldn't bring myself to interrupt his much needed rest. You see, he deserves it more than I do. And now, eventually, I've given up trying to slink back into wierd-dream land. So, Hello there Pinus! I really should be nicer to Ordinary Guy...
I blame Ordinary Guy and his overwhelming need to fix me (I wasn't really broken by the way). If he didn't beg me to close my eyes earlier than usual and rest my body, I bet I'd still be fast asleep, right this minute, and this post wouldn't be published. See, my mind and body can't consolidate themselves with each other. So even if one is tired, the other will be wide awake - and vice versa. Ordinary Guy's theory was, "If you don't sleep, you won't get better," because sleep seems to be a vital catalyst to a dose of the revolting (yet effective) Med-Lemon, which I downed in desperation tonight (I have NO inclination to let the flu take over my system).
He actually put me to sleep. The last person to do that was my Grandmother, plus-minus twelve years ago. He guilted me with his begging (Ordinary Guy never begs), and soothed me with his voice, and counted sheep over the phone (for a good while!) till my mind slowly began to fog up with unwanted sleep. And after ordering me to wake him up if I couldn't sleep, he quietly cut the call just as my limbs felt so heavy that they were going to melt into Sex on Legs (my bed), and my eyes seemed glued shut, and my voice would barely make it past my throat in order for me to say, "I think I'm falling asleep..."
And I did wake up. Several times after. Except I couldn't bring myself to interrupt his much needed rest. You see, he deserves it more than I do. And now, eventually, I've given up trying to slink back into wierd-dream land. So, Hello there Pinus! I really should be nicer to Ordinary Guy...
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