I often struggle with falling asleep. I find the never-ending "to do" list of my life keeps me tossing and turning at times, regardless of how tired I am. In the old days, before "smart" phones, it made me feel alone and isolated. Recently I had an epiphany on how this has changed. I wrote a quick poem about it.
Insomnia Loves Company
Quiet not creepy.
The house contributes a few recognizable sighs.
My husband breaths deeply.
The dog pants lightly.
The ping of electronic droplets emanates periodically from my phone.
The random timing signals that I am not the only one still awake.
I don't even have to look to appreciate the company.
Originally written May 27, 2014.