I love you with all of my heart, mind, spirit and body. You are like a precious gift to me because I have become such an insomniac (he'll get a letter later...grrr). On a night like tonight, when I feel that haze of drowziness making my lids as heavy as if I had pennies on my eyes, I could literally-and sometimes really do-weep with gratitude.
My bed is warm and I love my covers and pillows. Even though my husband snores, I've never felt so secure and comfortable next to anyone in my life. I love to be pulled into his arms in the middle of the night. When I snuggle against him, he smiles and makes a noise like he just got a whiff of a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup. So I'm the soup, I guess, but I do so love his sleepy smile, and I love you, Sleep.
Thanks for offering yourself up to me tonight. I'm going to surrender to that floating feeling between sleeping and waking when almost all of the truly transcendental events in my life have taken place.
Oh, the restorative beauty and comfort of a good sleep. Tonight I will say a prayer for all those-translate=the majority of people in the world-who don't have a comfy bed tonight or warm and loving arms around them or shelter from the elements. I will think of you, Sleep, and as a wise friend has been trying to teach me, I will say "thank you" and "I love you."
I am grateful, Sleep, and I couldn't love you more.