March 10, 2005
Dear Mr. Bush,
"I'm starting to worry," Anne said today, after I told her I didn't sleep well again last night. It's been four nights of restless sleep punctuated by nightmares and sharp moments of abrupt wake.
"There's no need," I replied, "I think it's just stress from last week finally working it's way out. And besides--the dreams are getting more boring every day. Last night, instead of being chased by killers and rapists, I was just frantically stuffing envelopes."
She looked at me skeptically. But it's true, Mr. Bush, I know my body pretty well at this point, and I know how it deals with stress. And this week, it's been unwinding, releasing the tension and energy that has been stored up. Every day I can feel my body slowing down, my brain easing up from the full-tilt that I ask it to operate at. Soon my sleep will be punctuated by nothing more than the alarm in the morning.
To sleep,
Dan
"I'm starting to worry," Anne said today, after I told her I didn't sleep well again last night. It's been four nights of restless sleep punctuated by nightmares and sharp moments of abrupt wake.
"There's no need," I replied, "I think it's just stress from last week finally working it's way out. And besides--the dreams are getting more boring every day. Last night, instead of being chased by killers and rapists, I was just frantically stuffing envelopes."
She looked at me skeptically. But it's true, Mr. Bush, I know my body pretty well at this point, and I know how it deals with stress. And this week, it's been unwinding, releasing the tension and energy that has been stored up. Every day I can feel my body slowing down, my brain easing up from the full-tilt that I ask it to operate at. Soon my sleep will be punctuated by nothing more than the alarm in the morning.
To sleep,
Dan
posted by Sinker at 5:53 PM
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