A sudden weariness takes hold of me.
Yawns escape with more frequency as the battle to fight them begins.
And the nightly ritual starts again.
I shut down the lights in the room and head in the direction of the soft place.
The companion water bottle and cell phone walk with me.
One last bathroom trip to empty the bladder and guide the toothbrush around in my mouth. A vigorous spit and done.
My clothing flies into the hamper, my glasses land on the makeup table.
Getting closer.
I delicately walk towards the bed avoiding the edges, protecting my toes.
I made it, sinking down into the cushiness of my bed. Ahhhh escapes my lips.
Just a few more things to do before I can meet the sandman again.
In pops the nighttime medication to do its work.
One last check on the cell phone. It’s off and charging.
Snuggling in to find the sweet spot which will comfort me best. It doesn’t take long.
Finally, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Slowly, my breathing finds an even pace.
And I begin to trail off in this life to end up in another.
I Write Her 