Photo by John Lee Maverick

Photo by John Lee Maverick

Last night I’m not feeling well, and climb into bed as early as possible. Which means EVERYONE had to talk to me or text me or email me from 8 to 930.
Then I turn on the humidifier and cough, and almost fall asleep, and cough, and almost fall asleep, and cough, and almost fall asleep, until FINALLY I fall asleep.
At 12:30am something crashes. A box top fell off the top of my closet shelf. I can see it lying on the floor. OMG, there are rats or ghosts or a monster in my closet! Now a sane person would go back to sleep, and never have thought of any of those options. But I am not a sane person, so I turn on the light and carefully peek into the closet.
The logical explanation is that the humidity changed something science-y and the box top, which was lying on top of an over-filled box merely fell off. But logic has no place in my brain at 12:30. Obviously I have an invisible closet monster.
I lie back down and close my eyes. Then open them to check and see if a hand is reaching for my face. My eyes flutter close, open to check, flutter close and open to check, flutter close and open to check, does this count as exercise?? Finally I fall back to sleep.
At 5:15am the steam from the humidifier has upset the smoke detector and it goes off. Grateful the closet monster didn’t eat me while I slept, I go ahead and get up, because really, sleeping is out of the question now.