Editor’s Note: I started writing this last year at Christmas time. I didn’t finish it because life. Here it is for your enjoyment!
It’s 3:45 am, and I am wide awake.
I fell asleep with all of my stuff on last night. Sorry Mom. Christmas tree lights. My regular lights. Netflix. “I better turn this stuff off,” I said to myself. So, I shut everything down and tried to go back to sleep. It was a valiant effort, but to absolutely no avail.
I’m lying here in the dark wondering what to do. Sleep is a must, but my mind is not cooperating. I try to get lost in my thoughts. Should I Watch TV? No. I don’t feel like that bright light in my face. At least it’s peaceful right now. Play Xbox? Nah. I gotta get up for work tomorrow morning. I should lift tomorrow. Bench has been going well lately. I need a weightlifting belt so I can get heavy with my deadlifts and squats again. I probably should turn my light on and read my Bible.”
Just me and my thoughts.
“My alarm goes off at 6:00 am. I need to sleep. Otherwise, it’s going to be along work day. Sleep will eventually come to wrap it’s soothing arms around me. Until then, I’ll lay here lost in the darkness with a hope of rest to come,” I muse. I roll over to look at the clock.
“It’s 4:00 am. Lord, please put me to sleep.”