I often had recurring dreams.
When I was still young and not considered older I slept within my cocoon away from the walls…with the blanket over my head with only my mouth and nose peeking out…out so that I could breathe the cold fresh air beneath the warm warm sheets.
When I was slightly older yet still very very young I would sleep on my belly with a pillow over my head to cover my ears…so that the soft cushion would cushion and warm my head from the top.
When I reached an older age yet still very young I would not sleep unless I wrote in my journal…within the dim lit corner..my sister forcefully clicked off the lamp…STOP…so that I would sleep.
I slept…but unwillingly.
When I reached an age that I was still young but to others not that young…that very very young…I slept like a flamingo with no other memory of how the sheets wrapped me.
Then I got older yet I was still young…I was not able to sleep without my headphones on. Listening to music throughout the night…it lulled me to sleep.
Then I really got older…and slept less
Then I got older…worked more…slept in more….
Then I got older and had more responsibilities to attend to…
It’s harder to remember my dreams.
Last night I layed in bed next to my love and the music played out of the speakers…music streamed and I remembered when I did this and fell asleep…But back then I layed in bed alone often wondering what was going to happen when I got really much much older.
Now I sleep in a duo cocoon wrapped within sheets, and a blanket with an arm wrapped around me.
I fall asleep to the silent and sometimes not so silent sounds of the city…
Trying to not try too hard so that I can begin Dreaming again.