Oh. precious sleep.

I am one that is prone to dreaming with my eyes wide open. I don't need the comfort of a bed and a pillow to dream. As a person who rarely sleeps more than 7 hours a day, the need for sleep is a strange one. And a need so urgent and demanding. I sleep about 8.5 to 9 hours on working days these days, and that's because I am too busy to sneak an afternoon snooze. On weekends, the winter sun beckons. It says, come lay a while and let me sing you a lullaby. I find it incredibly hard to resist.

For all the times I woke you lazy souls up each morning, under one pretext or another, my dearest sisters and husband, I think you have got your much sought revenge.