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2.26.2013

what the aftermath of a night of insomnia looks like...


this is such a particular time in my life. strange and a little lonely and such that when sleep finally pulls me under around 4:30 the sheets are wrinkled and i'm on my side of the bed, an open jar of peanut butter on the other. it won't always be like this, and i'm sure i'll miss those kinds of nights when they've morphed and gone altogether.

9 comments:

Shawnee said...

yes--this feeling. have you seen the 'lonely blogger' photo? replace pb with laptop. i know both well.

Alexa said...

i think i can relate :)

Kristina said...

oh, i remember those nights. now, my one year old son is sleeping next to me! i will always remember that!!!!

Alex said...

I know these nights all too well.

leah ruth said...

been there... but with nutella... and now i have nutella in my sheets, but from my toddler... and i still don't sleep.

Blue Dog Belle said...

Ha. Sounds familiar

Jandy xx said...

this post reminds me of this;
http://www.theawl.com/2013/01/ask-polly-will-i-be-alone-forever

nancy said...

you are so refreshingly self-aware, and you should know that it is incredibly comforting. thank you.

Chelsea Talks Smack said...

I know this one a little too well. sigh.