I SWEAR, I USED TO SLEEP

I can't imagine what it's like to lay down, close my eyes and go to sleep. I can't imagine that. Can you imagine me not being ABLE to imagine going to sleep? But that's the way it is for me. Well, this is actually the way it is for me: I lay down, I close my eyes, my mind races. If I have nothing to worry about, which never happens, I worry about stuff from my past, and my future. I think about stuff that was part of my childhood, I think about death. I think about my girls. I worry if Hannah's front teeth will come in straight, I worry about Sarah's speech, and the scar on her nose. The list of things to worry about, think about, or conjure is eternal. I could go on and on. Can anyone out there imagine this? I can't sleep. In silence, with music, with the TV on, without it. It just doesn't matter. But that's life. Well, that's MY life. And then you die. I'll get plenty of sleep when I'm dead.