The life, times, and thoughts of someone who isn't you.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sleep is Like a Wet Suit
I wear sleep like a wet suit. It covers me when I'm in the depths of my unconsciousness. When I wake, it clings to me and weighs me down. It restricts my movements and I have to shed it like a second skin. Putting it on takes preparation and effort and time. Sometimes I take all day to put it on, a little at a time, so when it comes time to submerge, I'm ready. Other days, I refuse to take it off, but wear it throughout my day, dragging my feet from the weight of it, feeling normal underneath, but slower. The extra padding it offers makes it more easy for me to get comfortable. To sit and rest my eyes as I sink into it. I wear sleep like a wet suit. It makes me feel warm and comfortable and safe. But it is not made for land. I am.