I'm sorry ... It's over.

       I remember a time when I looked
forward to our every encounter. You
offered me warmth and comfort that
I surly needed after a busy day. And 'Oh'
the good times we shared.  If I were to
repeat some of the things we shared in
the wee hours I would be condemned to
a afterlife of toil and unbearable heat.
    But alas it seems those days are over.
I blame many things, drugs, uncertainty
of this modern world we live in , and yes
maybe even regrets for situations in the
past that I may, looking back, have
mishandled. But whatever the reason
you seem to have become something thatI , at times fear.    
    Yes sleep, you have become my nemesis.  
I used to come to you tired and sore from the
days adventures and you comforted me.
Occasionally you would share the night with me
in exotic places enjoying great times with family,
friends and past loves. Then, at first light, you
would release me refreshed rested and ready to face
the world. What happened to our relationship ?
I still come to you tired and sore but now it
seems you insist on shaking me into consciousness
multiple times each night with insane dreams where
I'm either lost, running from someone, or otherwise
in some sort of distress. And what ever happened to
healing my body while we were together? Do you
let all of the people I've wronged beat me with broom
sticks all night ? Because mornings are nowhere near
as pleasant as I remember them being. There are other
differences like this urination thing and sinus congestion
that I need to discuss with you later but for now I just
need some space. I know you are a necessary part of
my life but I'm just not sure the comfort is worth the
pain . I'll still be visiting but only when absolutely
necessary. Maybe if you were to ease up a little on
the bad dreams and I cut back on the late evening
Iced tea and maybe slip in a couple Tylenol before
our encounters we can salvage this relationship.
Only time will tell.













































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