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I'm so tired that I had nostalgic longing thoughts about my bed all day...how soft it was, how warm it was, and much how I loved being in it. When you begin to romanticize inanimate objects you know it's time to step back and regroup and maybe, perhaps, get more sleep.
I haven't gotten any *real* sleep since I returned from LA. Last night I spent the night at D's (notice I didn't say that I slept there). Before you entertain yourself with lusty lascivious thoughts, I should mention that all I wanted to do is sleep...if there was any burning desire, it was for 8 hours of shut eye. But last night, I woke up around 3am and found myself alone in his bed. It's not uncommon for D to slip out of bed during the night to work in his (home) office, but I could hear him in the room...and he was crying softly. The sound broke my heart and I sat up and got him to come to bed and I held him, rocked him, and kissed away his tears...all the things that I've done so many times for my little sisters. It felt good to be able to comfort someone, even if it was as simple an act as holding him. Apparently, D was so very stressed about having to move at the end of the month and the custody battles with his ex that he couldn't sleep and he couldn't keep it together.
We talked and I got him to take a walk, to get some perspective and to develop a plan to address some of the things that he'd been worrying about...he wasn't calm or comforted until well after 4am. Oy. As a result, I'm bloody tired. I don't regret losing the sleep, but I do look forward to getting some quality snooze time tonight...alone.
I want to write about LA, but I want to sleep even more than I want to reveal secrets of the Southland....basic instincts prevail....more on LA tomorrow.
'Night.
I haven't gotten any *real* sleep since I returned from LA. Last night I spent the night at D's (notice I didn't say that I slept there). Before you entertain yourself with lusty lascivious thoughts, I should mention that all I wanted to do is sleep...if there was any burning desire, it was for 8 hours of shut eye. But last night, I woke up around 3am and found myself alone in his bed. It's not uncommon for D to slip out of bed during the night to work in his (home) office, but I could hear him in the room...and he was crying softly. The sound broke my heart and I sat up and got him to come to bed and I held him, rocked him, and kissed away his tears...all the things that I've done so many times for my little sisters. It felt good to be able to comfort someone, even if it was as simple an act as holding him. Apparently, D was so very stressed about having to move at the end of the month and the custody battles with his ex that he couldn't sleep and he couldn't keep it together.
We talked and I got him to take a walk, to get some perspective and to develop a plan to address some of the things that he'd been worrying about...he wasn't calm or comforted until well after 4am. Oy. As a result, I'm bloody tired. I don't regret losing the sleep, but I do look forward to getting some quality snooze time tonight...alone.
I want to write about LA, but I want to sleep even more than I want to reveal secrets of the Southland....basic instincts prevail....more on LA tomorrow.
'Night.
