Many nights, hardly sleeping.
In the darkness of the room, lying intercalate moments that keep your eyes open, vigilant if the dream comes, with moments that closes tightly clenched eyelids, frustrated and impatient.
The mechanism of counting sheep like a cruel joke, when the number exceeds that of apples and oranges grazing, insomnia indifferent to others, in the fields of Spain.
In winter, despite the heat and thermal shelter under sheets, two blankets and a duvet, the cold seeps through her bones. Then, your body remembers the position it took in the womb, and elbows and wrists bent, grab all the layers to fit tightly around your head.
The situation does not improve in summer, as thinner sheets will produce an unbearable heat and sweat emanating ago to become her second skin, where to one side or just the start of the mattress, the air stream cause it causes chills and covered again with the soaked sheet and repeat the same cycle again and again.
weather at both ends, the next morning, the result is the same: it has all the sore muscles, as if instead of having been lying had participated in a few fights.
say that the concerns from sleeping, but lately, it has none. Well, one only, lacking concerns. It seems that this may also lose sleep.
