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Brenda DaneHost
Brenda DaneHost
An overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming future, which you sometimes manage to forget for weeks, only to feel it land on your shoulder once again, quietly building a nest.
I'd get into bed, making sure Zopiclone, a sedative, was on the bedside table and within reach.
It's a trapdoor under your feet, one you don't know is there until it opens and you fall.
Tanya came into the studio every night to kiss me goodnight before retiring to the marital bed.
In the morning, I'd wait until a reasonable hour, feed the cat, bring Tanya up a cup of tea, and join her in bed.
Our cat, Jasper, would eat the breakfast I'd provided, enjoy a morning constitutional, and eventually join us.
civilized morning tea for us we are not savages and a wash for him jasper is seventeen now a creature of habit with fixed opinions on the subject of household arrangements separate beds meant tanya and i became his logistical nightmare He did not like us in separate rooms at opposite ends of the house and was vocal about his displeasure.
He'd settle with Tonya for a few hours, then wake to come find me somewhere around 1 a.m.
He'd arrive on my pillow in the middle of the night, curve himself around my head and purr loudly and determinedly directly into my ear.
I slept alone in the single bed in my studio for eight weeks so that my wonky sleep patterns wouldn't impact Tanya.
Sleep, if it came for me at all in the first weeks, was fitful, with cortisol spikes bringing me to consciousness every hour or so.
Eventually, after a few hours of sleep, one of them would pull me to full consciousness.
An overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming future, which you sometimes manage to forget for weeks, only to feel it land on your shoulder once again, quietly building a nest.
I'd get into bed, making sure Zopiclone, a sedative, was on the bedside table and within reach.
It's a trapdoor under your feet, one you don't know is there until it opens and you fall.
Tanya came into the studio every night to kiss me goodnight before retiring to the marital bed.
In the morning, I'd wait until a reasonable hour, feed the cat, bring Tanya up a cup of tea, and join her in bed.
Our cat, Jasper, would eat the breakfast I'd provided, enjoy a morning constitutional, and eventually join us.
civilized morning tea for us we are not savages and a wash for him jasper is seventeen now a creature of habit with fixed opinions on the subject of household arrangements separate beds meant tanya and i became his logistical nightmare He did not like us in separate rooms at opposite ends of the house and was vocal about his displeasure.
He'd settle with Tonya for a few hours, then wake to come find me somewhere around 1 a.m.
He'd arrive on my pillow in the middle of the night, curve himself around my head and purr loudly and determinedly directly into my ear.
I slept alone in the single bed in my studio for eight weeks so that my wonky sleep patterns wouldn't impact Tanya.
Sleep, if it came for me at all in the first weeks, was fitful, with cortisol spikes bringing me to consciousness every hour or so.
Eventually, after a few hours of sleep, one of them would pull me to full consciousness.
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