Last night was another night of wrestling with insomnia. Since I worked the evening shift at the library, I knew that sleep would be elusive. I crawled in bed around 11:30 and Sam gave me a back rub to lull me to sleep. I began to relax and then -- Sam fell asleep and I promptly awoke. I rolled over, turned on my bedside lamp, and picked up The Subtle Knife -- my favorite of the His Dark Materials Trilogy. Around 2:30 a.m. I realized that the story was too exciting and imaginative to be sleep inducing.
Closing the book, I crept downstairs and in a last ditch effort for sleep made warm milk. While my concoction of milk, honey, vanilla, and nutmeg warmed, I sat at the table in the golden light of a lamp and appreciated the quiet. If it wasn't for the fact that I had to be up at 6 a.m. for work, I would have sat quietly until dawn listening to the whir of crickets and yesterday's rain dripping off branches. I drank my milk and was off to bed.
In case you should find yourself sleepless -- the best way to drink warm milk is in bed, half-buried under a quilt, with a cat on your pillow, and the milk in your favorite owl mug. Sip slowly and then slumber.
*Thank you, Sylvia Plath