As much as I would hate to admit, I do love this feeling I get as I approach bedtime. The weight and fluttering of my eyelids. My mind tries to keep alert in making sure my phone is charged and I have activated the button on my Fitbit. Just those two last things…maybe one more thing…turn off light…maybe just three more things…and then I shift n my bed with my belly against the mattress, my head in my awkward side position that I have done many years, and let my mind drift off to sleep.

It’s because it’s that moment when everything can come to a halt. An appropriate end to the day. Where I can tell the world, this annoying demand from Facebook, twitter, email, whatever….is told I AM NOT AVAILABLE FOR AT LEAST 8 HOURS. I have rules in my life that communication unless I choose to initiate does not occur until 9 AM. And this is the divide of silence. Where silence is a choice that I deliberately make. Letting the words swirl and swirl in my head until they settle ready to spit out when I open my eyes and place my fingers on the keyboard.

You see, my favorite drug is sleep. And every day, I hunger for just one more drop. Every night, I crave for its sweet seduction into a dreamful, imaginary place.