This morning, at 3:31 exactly, I woke up. Except there weren't any transitions; there was no sense of waking up. One moment I was asleep and the next I was more awake than anyone has a right to be at 3:31 am. I tossed and turned and then tried it again in the other direction. I sighed, I squirmed, I got up and went to the bathroom, I woke up my boyfriend. Finally, after an hour and a half of this nonsense, I put my feet where my head was and my head where my feet were and went to sleep. I've never understood why this change in scenery helps me sleep better, but it always has.
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