Some weeks seem longer than others. Some days are surely endless. Sometimes, lately, sleep is fleeting. I haven’t been an insomniac in many years, but suddenly it’s cropping up again.
I wake up after an hour – sweating, throwing off covers, shutting off heat and opening windows. Me, the coldest woman on earth, or any planet frankly, is going through menopause. I can’t get comfortable or get back to sleep.
I feel sorry for my cat. She grew up in a hot, hot home. Winters are toasty, no matter the cost. (I save in the summer – haven’t turned on my air conditioner since I moved in to this apartment years ago. Even the cat hates it.)
Now in the dead of winter, I turn off the heat and stand near the window. My cat, nearly shivering, huddles under the covers. When I realize her chill, i turn on a little heater for her and she bathes in front of it for the rest of the night. That’s how I used to be.
But things change. And now I’m hot. And very tired. Over the years, I’ve learned to give my body what it needs – I eat when I’m hungry, reach out when I’m lonely and sleep when I’m weary.
Can’t wait to get home to bed. And my chilly little cat.