*Sometimes I don’t want to wake up. My dream is too interesting; I want to find out what happens next. However, I don’t dream that often and, usually, it isn’t very intricate or complex, which has not always been the case…At the height of my depression, many years ago, I didn’t wake up for three days. Life was too painful and I had had enough, I guess. I retreated so far into dreamland that my dreams were three layers thick, dreaming of dreaming of having a different life. When I finally came out of it, I felt restored and capable of facing reality again, of resuming motherhood and family obligations, of returning to work. I may not have awakened with a grin on my face, but it was the beginning of the end of my depression.
*Sometimes a brilliant idea comes to mind, either from necessity or from discontent. I mull it around and offer it up to Danny. Sometimes he thinks it’s brilliant, too; sometimes he explains the reason(s) why it wouldn’t work, either logistically or morally. Sometimes he puzzles me, because most of my brilliant ideas stem from common sense. 🙂
*Sometimes, despite knowing I’m no poet, a poem spurts from my mind. I’ll jot it down, stare at it as if it’s some kind of weird bug, and wonder what the heck I think I’m doing…
In the wee hours of the morning,
Before dawn begins to break,
My mind’s as fresh as a just-baked cake.
It’s filled with thoughts aplenty,
While my body declines to wake,
Until I kick aside the covers with a disgusted, “Oh, for heaven’s sake!”