2 AM

I'm wide awake.

The problem?
It's 2 AM.

I haven't been sleeping well.
The cold.
The brain not shutting off.
(Really - it's 99% brain and 1% cold at this point.)
I hate when this happens.

An email I need to take care of from work brought me out of bed.
How could I have forgotten that?
Self-berating never leads to sleep anytime soon.
Get out.
Type it.
Reread it a thousand times.
Hit send.
Pray.

I'm wondering if I am doing anything right.
Wondering if I'll do anything right ever again.

Dramatic.
I know.
But, heck.
It's 2 AM.

Then I look in the bedroom next to me.

A sleeping 8 year old.
Always sleeping.
On her back.
Arm above her head.
No covers.
(Yet she's always cold during the day - weird.)
I'm jealous of her sleeping
Yet, at the same time so happy she's a good sleeper.

And now
Back to the bed for me.
Sleep - come quickly.
Please.