Even as a very small child, I struggled with insomnia. I clearly remember my mother quietly opening the bedroom door late at night to check on us before she went to bed. My cheerful “Hi, Mom” coming out from the darkness would make her jump and exclaim, “What are you still doing awake?” I didn’t have an explanation. I would lay there in the dark, not even drowsy, while my brother and sister blissfully slumbered. I watched the crack of light under the door. As long as that crack of light was there, I was content. It meant that my parents were awake and I wasn’t alone. Once the crack vanished, it was going to be a long night.
Thankfully, my sleeplessness is no longer an every-night kind of thing. I occasionally “treat” myself to a Gravol, which usually puts me under and keeps me there until morning. I try not to rely on it. But sometimes, desperate times call for desperate measures.
When I was working and chained to the alarm, sleeplessness could be a real source of anxiety. It takes a lot of energy to teach a pile of rambunctious kindergarten students. Three hours of sleep just doesn’t cut it. How well I remember that last teaching block of the day after a terrible night’s sleep, that heavy feeling of trying to walk through wet cement. I’d be stifling yawns in the coat room during the most hectic time of the day–getting the kids into their winter outerwear and packing backpacks for dismissal. That is an Olympic event, times five per week. Running on little sleep, the recipe was an utter flop.
Now that I’m retired, at least the pressure to sleep is gone. Still, life is busy and full and I would prefer to sleep at night. For all my adult life, I have always had this fantasy of being a morning person. I know so many of them. They see sunrises and go for early morning walks or do some yoga. They do dinner prep. They get things done before 9:00. They go to bed early and sleep like babies.
I’ve tried many things in my efforts not to become addicted to Gravol: music, podcasts, reading, white noise, cold air, meditation, focused breathing. All of those things failed last night. I scrolled through Spotify and found something on “Get Sleepy” with the heading “Bedtime Story for Adults.” At first, I was dubious, thinking that kind of thing generally didn’t tend to make a person feel sleepy, but the title was misleading. The description of the story centered around a sweet lady named Lily who owned a cozy bake shop.
Just the ticket, I thought. I snuggled into my pillow and closed my eyes as the calm voice with a British accent attempted to lure me into REM.
An agent once wrote to me in an email that the novel I had submitted for her consideration was “too quiet.” As it was about a little boy struggling to live in the aftermath of a school shooting that killed his teacher and entire class, I found that comment kind of surprising. But last night, as I listened to the story of Lily rising from her restful slumber to enjoy her morning cup of tea, then opening her umbrella as she walked through a gentle rain to her bakery, the agent’s comment started to make sense. Because as Lily put her wet umbrella in the stand, got the oven heating, and turned on all the twinkle lights in her dining area, I was starting to become hooked. Once she started sprinkling cinnamon on her dough and mixing the batter for her raspberry cream muffins, I was completely reeled in. Then, her regulars trickled in from the rain for their treats. There were brownies. Which were Lily’s specialty. And I was supposed to sleep through that? This was my favourite kind of story! I was awake for the rest of Lily’s day, right beside her when she enjoyed her hearty supper at home and then started to feel her eyes getting heavy. Lily went to bed. There was rain on her roof. Off to dreamland she went. But I was wide awake.
The Spotify link to other riveting adult bedtime stories like these is https://open.spotify.com/show/OedOBjruWV6Juxf42WjGxw
Get sleepy. Or, if you’re like me, find your second wind at 3:00 a.m.
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