There are times when I need to breathe. Just remembering that taxes me to the limit these days. I feel the fuse getting shorter, the patience wearing thin. It’s not enough just to count to ten. Ten hundred seems a little lacking, too. I want to sleep for days.
Last night was supposed to be yoga. I was in the car, mentally murdering other motorists, hurrying home knowing, nagging I forgot something. Class came to remembrance. Between the bad back, painful promotion, unofficial office relations, public coming into the private, and the everything else, I haven’t had a moment to even think calm, let alone be it. I want to sleep for weeks.
Last night I dreamed of honey, slow and golden. I dreamed of calico cats and birthday presents for little boys. Green tea by the water’s edge. I woke to the sensation of drowning and dark. I want to sleep for years.
“I sleep just to dream her. ” ~ David J. Matthews
“Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?” ~ John C. Mayer
“I come to you in restless sleep where all your dreams turn bittersweet.” ~ Natalie A. Merchant.
~*LunaSea*~ 
Oh my, you have captured me in this. I am sinking and floundering. I thought I was at my own page and I had written this.
I am sorry for you, sorry for how you feel, I share this with you and my tears as well. (((hugs to you)))
oh Pam! It’s not that bad. I’m just tired – backed into a corner and snarling for a way out. A week away will do me good 🙂
Oh how lovely! A week away *sigh* I know you will love it! It would take more than a week for me 🙂
Glad you sound better today.