Sleep

Sleep is such a privilege, that when you are young, you simply don't realize the necessity or the effect and the consequence of a good or a bad night sleep. It's not until we become older that we realize what difference it makes to be able to rest without interruptions. I really never known why is that some days I just won't be able to have a regular night. Why is that now is hard to sleep in a hotel room, or at my sister' s house. How was that I became so in love with my own bed? I know this may sound a little silly but I just don't know why having to be away from home, on vacation, or visiting family, my body would reject the possibility of a good night sleep if only the pillow or the blanket are not just right, or the silent in the night becomes interrupted by anything even as small as a stronger wind or my husband's breathing loud. And the most bizarre thing for me is that I don't really get annoyed by the fact that I am easily awake, I just know that will mean that I will fall asleep if we take a longer drive, or if the conversation becomes non interesting. So it is terrible to find myself so disconnected, so many times wishing the silence or not the opinions from the other people. My irritation I believe has to come from the lack of sleep, from the fact that my brain did not rest enough, and therefore there is a sense of disconnect. Or may be is not that, may be it's the fact that this was not the way humans were supposed to live, we were not supposed to live this long or maintain this very long relationships. All I know is that I often wake up between three and four and all I want to do is to escape the bed, go someplace where I can just read in peace, or write, or simply look at the world outside without having to follow this silly rules that we have to be in the same bed sleeping at the same time and not being able to just get up whenever our body dictates that it had enough sleep and it needs to get up. Who said anyway that we all are supposed to function at the same time?