I’m eternally grateful for sleep. They say that time heals all wounds, but I beg to differ; I feel that it’s actually sleep that heals all wounds. I’ve mastered the art of sleep, for the most part, except for the occasional bouts of insomnia that have plagued me since childhood.
There are so many kinds of sleep: there’s sleeping in a car during a long trip; that uneasy nap that you take because you’re exhausted and entrusting your driver where you hope that you don’t have to wake up unti you reach your destination. There’s the sleep of illness where you’re heavily medicated and hope to wake up completely healed. There’s sleep after a life-altering event, where you hope to wake up from your dreams and learn that your world wasn’t really tilted in its axis. And then there’s my favorite kind, the kind I experienced today: total exhaustion that allowed me to sleep on a sofa covered in a warm blanket, with a purring cat on my chest. That has to be the best sleep of all. Cat purrs heal all wounds. Cat purrs and sleep. And I’m grateful for both. ~noelle~
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