At the beach I never had one good night's sleep and no one but me seemed to need sleep and I felt guilty and weird because of my sleep need and I took naps whenever I could and now I am home and I am going to go to sleep in my own bed which I mentioned previously.
When I was the ages from maybe eleven through high school I could see the light on from my room where my stepfather stayed up and watched the stock market unfolding before him and whatever else he was watching and I couldn't sleep if that light was on because that meant he was still awake and so he might come into my room and even if he didn't, that fear was as bad as the reality and so I can't stand for there to be a light on when I sleep.
Even the clock's red numerals drive me a little crazy and so tonight I am going to take a Benadryl and get into my own clean sheets and I know that no one who hasn't feared the light can understand what it's like and I know that some people fear the dark and I am so grateful that I am married to a man who does not fear either but will let me sleep in pitch-dark if that is what I need.
Sleep. I don't remember one dream from the beach.
I wonder where I will travel tonight.