Working On A Quirky Graph

My brain and I are having a disagreement. I believe what I’ve been told about 8 hours of sleep being best for health. So to make sure I’m optimizing my ability to get that precious sleep, I’ve got a white noise machine on a nightstand, working to block out the worst of any neighborhood noises, like cars with faulty or missing mufflers, kids talking too loudly as they pass by at oh dark thirty or even those insistent birds singing to each other from my windowsill. I keep my room dark, and while I’m struggling to keep it cool (hello second floor of a century old brick house) I’m not overheating. Am I ready for the cooler temps of fall? Absolutely, but I’m not sweating so that is a win.

Meanwhile, my brain, once again making decisions with no one signing off, has decided to introduce realistic sounds to my dreams, as well as that waking twilight right before you fully succumb. Door slams, voices, my name being called out from what sounds like far away are all figments of my over active brain. There is no one in the house but me. I certainly can’t hear anyone walking on the floor above me cause there isn’t one. This is the last stop for floors.

Of course, when you ‘hear’ random noises you come fully awake. Straining to hear something else to confirm or deny whatever message your cerebral cortex has decided to try and impart but quickly you are just left overtired, distracted by cars driving down the street and frustrated that you can’t just fall back to sleep.

Or that is just me right now. In an epic stare down inwardly while I inform my subconscious that it is perfectly alright to go back to sleep.

I’m not sure who is winning. I’ll have to see in the morning.