I think my bed is cursed. I can fall asleep in this bed within minutes, totally comfortably, at ANY point during the day. I can nap on that bed alone, or with the dog, or the kids, or even the husband. What I cannot do is easily fall asleep in this bed, no matter the conditions, after 9:00 p.m. Night time sleep requires three to four hours of wrestling with pillows, comforters, dry mouth and tiny bladder.
How cool would it be, if instead of lying in bed, getting frustrated about not being able to sleep, I could use that time for other things? Driving around while there is no traffic, literally painting the town red, or hanging out with friends? Imagine how happy they would be to see me unexpected on their stoop at 3:00 a.m. That kind of surprise is always thrilling. After they finish exclaiming "Trista! What on earth are you doing here? This is so suprising!," they would hop into their clothes and we would head over to a local park to hang out.
On the swings I would say "I want to get really high." These big guys will come over and tell me that they can help me get higher than I have ever been before, for $20. I tell them that sounds great, and they push me on the swings for about 5 minutes. They push me really high, but for $20 I would have liked them to stay longer. When they leave, they give me some rock candy. I don't eat it because they seemed nice enough, but the little baggies it was in are kinda weird. When I leave the park, I pass a lady who must have been trying to get a ride soemwhere. Cars pull over and she would talk to them for a minute or two through the passenger side window. I will give her the bags of rock candy, thinking she might be hungry or have kids at home. Rock candy must be one of her favorites, because she tells me she can give me some "fun times" in exchange. I turn her down because it is getting close to sun-up. Time to get back to bed before the alarm clock goes off.
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