A beautiful and comfortable bed found while touring the Blairsden Mansion in Peapack-Gladstone, NJ.

 

Sleep – Noun, a condition of body and mind such as that which typically recurs for several hours every night, in which the nervous system is relatively inactive, the eyes closed, the postural muscles relaxed, and consciousness practically suspended.

My mind does not like to sleep.

I am a night owl. I will become drowsy at 8 pm but I know it’s too early for bed so I fight to keep myself awake. Later, when I start to get ready for bed, my consciousness awakes at 10 pm and then before I know it, it is midnight.

My body does not like to sleep.

I was just diagnosed with sleep apnea. I now own a c-pap machine that helps keep my airways open while I sleep. Only time will tell if it is helpful.

The crazy thing is is that I love my bed. When I finally climb into bed, I wonder why I didn’t go to bed sooner. And then of course, it is so hard to get up in the morning. I am still so sleepy and my bed is warm and comfy.

The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.
~Charles Caleb Colton

So today I am thankful for the sleep I do get each night. I hope I will be able to get in bed earlier and get better quality of sleep as time goes on.

The Divine Lullaby
I hear Thy voice, dear Lord;
I hear it by the stormy sea
When winter nights are black and wild,
And when, affright, I call to Thee;
It calms my fears and whispers me,
“Sleep well, my child.”

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord,
In singing winds, in falling snow,
The curfew chimes, the midnight bell.
“Sleep well, my child,” it murmurs low;
“The guardian angels come and go,–
O child, sleep well!”

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord,
Ay, though the singing winds be stilled,
Though hushed the tumult of the deep,
My fainting heart with anguish chilled
By Thy assuring tone is thrilled,–
“Fear not, and sleep!”

Speak on–speak on, dear Lord!
And when the last dread night is near,
With doubts and fears and terrors wild,
Oh, let my soul expiring hear
Only these words of heavenly cheer,
“Sleep well, my child!”
~ Eugene Field

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