When I was a kid I talked in my sleep. This will come as no surprise to those who know me, as I can be quite the chatty Kathy when I want to be (and sometimes even when I don't want to be).
After high school my sleep talking came to an end. Apparently, I began to use all my words before going to bed and no longer had to mumble during my sleeping hours.
Within the past year I've felt things in my sleep. By this I mean that I wake up because I have felt something so strongly that I can't sleep through it. The first time this happened to me I work up feeling so hurt and sad that I didn't know what to do with myself. I was shocked that I had felt something so strongly in my sleep none the less. As the months progressed there were other times that I woke up because feeling overwhelmingly anxious.
A few weeks ago I had a completely new experience. While it was still early morning, well before reasonable waking hours, I woke up to the sound of laughter, my own laughter. I felt downright giddy and had apparently laughed my self awake.
There are 2 ways to view this occurrence. I had a friend explain to me (in jest) that it looks like I finally cracked. However, I choose to believe that am experiencing bouts of joy in my heart that cannot be contained to my conscious hours.
I like this thought.
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