Awake

Moring or night ? So tired maybe as this day is at its end a time to rest, night time is the best. Only if you are a night time sleeper like me you see. Life happens I have worked the night shift and slept the days away too as the times demand it. As so the same with my days, one could say when it is as need be.

But tonight as it is I will be to bed I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my sole to keep, If I should die, before I wake. I pray the lord, my soul to take. As I take my first stumbling steppes towards the hallway.

This childhood ritual it is something I catch myself saying each night as it if it was with out a thought. I am sure many other's follow in this night time ritual .

Or maybe you all said goodnight don't let the bed bugs bite and if they do bite them back. Hum do most people today know what bed bugs were or are?

That thought also runs through my mind so tired. All I recall wanting is to sleep and not weep. I long for those days long past days. Where I was tucked in at night and checked on though out the night by my family.

Older now I find it is me who dose the checking you see. As I pass from door to door taking a peek inside. Looking for the solid forms I seek in the darkness. The sounds emulating from each room as, I pass on by give me a assurance all is as it should be.

I reach the far door in the hall only to pause and listen there too. By the room door. For each rooms has it's own sounds from with in it. As I open that last door to let myself in. There lay a figurer on the bed. It is luminated in the hall's light before I turn off the switch.

I stumble and all most fall over slippers no quite tucked under the bed. But I have reached my destination in the end to this days journey . After lifting the cover I crawl onto the bed.

To be enfold by warmth of the arm that instinctively reaches out to hold me. I breath deeply home yes I am home.

After an slight interruption in breathing he lets out a breath and resumes his sleep. Finally! My time to rest. I close my eyes only to see my day as it passes in my mind. The things I did do, the things I did have time to do.

My body is relaxed at last and is off to sleep while my mind is already preparing for the next day by making up list. Thinking of signing school trip paperwork, writing date on the big calendar on the wall for everyone.

Taking an mental inventory of foods for breakfast is there enough milk, eggs, bread? Do I need to rise early to make a store run? My mind stops my body is awaken slightly. I think, I hear small foot steps on the floor. Ah, in the hall, a bathroom stumbler.

Oh, I wait on belated breath, a flush, and a scamper of returning foot steps a door closes and squawks lightly. The bed blanket is being pulled around a small body.

Assurance in the mind that things are as they should be so the body relaxes in sleep once more. A reminder to myself oil hinges on the hallway doors.