Sweet Bliss, Sweet Sleep

"O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, that thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness."  William Shakespeare, Henry IV

For years and I mean y-e-a-r-s I have suffered from insomnia.  As I recall the long nights began about the time I started going through menopause, some 20 years ago.  I'm one of the lucky ones who toss and turn night after night but not every 365 nights a year.  Five to six nights in a row I roll from one side of the bed to the other, I beat my pillow and tell the small voice in my head to SHUT-UP, then I dose for a couple of hours.  Finally exhaustion sits in and I sleep for a few nights.  Sweet bliss.  Sweet sleep.

I've learned to adapt.  So it's all right.  Perhaps tonight I will sleep.  Or not.