Ever had one of those nights where sleep plays hard to get? That’s me right now. I crashed on the couch earlier, too tired to make it to bed, waiting on a call from my wife. She’s traveling back from St. Lucia with our daughter after attending a funeral.
When the phone finally rang, I was half-asleep, but the news woke me right up—bad weather delayed their flight until 5 a.m. I dragged myself up, washed up, and climbed into bed, thinking I’d settle in for a few more hours of sleep. But nope. Sleep wasn’t having it.
Now I’m wide awake at midnight, staring at the ceiling. Funny thing is, I swear that short nap on the couch felt way better than being in bed. Why is that? Maybe it’s the couch’s embrace—just firm enough, just cozy enough. Or maybe it’s the exhaustion tricking my brain. Whatever it is, I can’t seem to recreate that magic in bed.
After tossing and turning for what felt like forever, I gave up. Here I am, writing this blog while the clock ticks toward 5:30 a.m., the time my alarm will tell me it’s time to start the day. Sleep has officially ghosted me.
Sometimes, life feels like this—trying your best to rest, reset, and recharge, but the world has other plans. For now, I’ll embrace the quiet of the night and maybe get a head start on tomorrow. Here’s hoping the next time I hit the couch, it works its magic again.
Calcie | Social Dad DC
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