Daily Prompt: Heard


I heard the roar of the ocean’s waves as they chased me back towards the shore and the sounds of tiny hustling crab feet scurrying across the sand.

The gulls were flapping their wings, crying out to tell the others their fish stories and the palm trees were gently swaying in the breeze.

The crunch of the sand was a delight underneath my toes and the salty air tasted like summer on my tongue.

What perfect bliss, just this beautiful day and me now perched on a blanket with a book in my hand.  The only thing that could make this better, I thought to myself,  is a nice long nap in the sunshine.

As the balmy breeze coaxed me to sleep, I heard a noise; at first it seemed far away, but the noise grew louder and louder.  It was shrill and out of place and a feeling akin to panic came over me.

My eyes flew open to discover that it was my hateful alarm clock; it’s unwelcome explosion of noise heralding a new day and ruining my beautiful dream.

Daily Prompt:  Heard

A night owl but not by choice


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”

Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling alseep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep.

Ahh, sleep.  Something I think about many times a day, as I yawn (and I just made myself yawn by thinking about it).  A self-confessed morning person, sleeping in for me means 6:30 or 7:00 am at the very latest.  This is great, I love the morning; the coffee, the sun rise, the dew on the ground.  Now, if my body would just cooperate on the sleeping part, things would be great.

I have good intentions; I try to go to bed before ten; you know, the actual lying down part.  Since my alarm goes off at 5:30 on most mornings, 9:30 should be the goal for slumber, providing I am aiming for a full 8 hours.  There are times when I can fall asleep pretty fast, but if my husband comes to bed later, or is watching t.v., I will wake up.  I am a very light sleeper; always have been.  Often, I wake up when a coconut falls and hits our dock outside, or if the neighbor’s dog barks or if a helicopter flies over (which creeps me out anyway at night).

On a good night after being awakened, I can fall back to sleep in about an hour.  Well, I could if it weren’t for the other problem.  My husband is out like a light and can sleep through a hurricane, but all the while, he is snoring.  Yes, I know I can get up and go to another room but then I’m looking at another hour to get settled.  Since I have written about snoring before; a fictional story in That’s absurd and the real deal in Sleeping with the Enemy I won’t elaborate further about that struggle here.

I tell myself that the one nap a week I allow myself, on Sunday afternoons, somehow makes up for it, but I know that isn’t true.  The only other time I nap is if I’m sick.

Tonight, as I turn down the thermostat and snuggle under the covers, I will dream (while I’m awake) of a full night’s sleep; the kind where you close your eyes and they don’t open again until morning, the kind I don’t remember ever having, although I’m sure I did in my younger days.  For now, it’s time to start watching the clock and attempting once again to “go to bed earlier”, a plan I’ve been working towards for months now.

And yes, I do have dreams too, but the ones I remember are few and far between and often feature snakes so we won’t go there.  Sweet dreams!

Sleeping with the Enemy


Found on Pinterest, “original owner” unknown but will post if someone knows

When I was a little girl, I remember my Poppy dozing off in his recliner sometimes after he read the paper.  He would snore and we would giggle.  It was a comforting sound to me, but then again I wasn’t trying to sleep at the time.  I was having a sleepover at Granny and Pops.

Fast forward forty years and I’m lying in bed next to the man I love oh so much and that same innocent snore has me feeling slightly homicidal.

First I try coughing or the really loud throat clearing noise, which will sometimes cause him to shift positions and cease for at least ten seconds.   He sleeps with two pillows, so I try first gently, then like a maniac, adjusting them under his head.  This might work another few seconds.  Through the years, I have hit him (gently), plugged his nose (briefly) and woke him up completely.

While I lie there, I am always optimistic for the first 10 minutes that surely he will get it all out and I’ll doze off myself.  That rarely happens.  I end up gazing at the clock and re-calculating how many hours of sleep I have left before the alarm.

Before anyone begins to tout “breathe right strips”, we’ve tried them.  If they worked, I would have bought stock in them.  They were a complete failure. Then, there was the suggestion about advising my man to take an afternoon nap, as perhaps this would help him be more relaxed.  No, that just gives me double the snoring.

I bought the almost seventy dollar mouthpiece and that seemed to work somewhat for a few months.  He hates it and swears it will ruin his teeth, but he is kind enough to wear it at least three or four times per week.  Alas, it seems to have lost its worth as well.  He snores whether he wears it or not lately.

When I was a child, I never understood why older people had separate rooms and I always vowed and declared that would never happen to me and my husband.  Well, I get it, now – I really do.  I’m still confident that it won’t come to that, but it may require surgery on his part, or some very expensive ear plugs on mine.

So, if you have any suggestions, feel free to share.


Sleepy in South Florida 😉

Wide awake in 406

Hotel Bed

The third night in a hotel is supposed to be the one where I finally fall asleep at a decent hour and sleep through the night (for the most part).  I guess it was not to be.

I did fall asleep early, snuggled in bed, ready to make my way to dreamland by around 9pm.

Suddenly, I awake to what sounds like a car alarm going off.  Groggy. I perched myself up on the overabundance of pillows and bed coverings (I think hotels think if they put 6 pillows on the bed it will make up for the fact that not one of them are a good pillow)  to try to get my wits about me.  My heart is pounding, like hearts do when woken up in the middle of the night.

Oh, I left the television on, that must be where the sound is coming from.  I search for the remote frantically thinking the quicker I can make it stop, the better chance I have of simply falling back asleep.  Found it, click.

Okay, so now it’s pitch black in my room, but the noise is still going strong.  I stumble over to the desk, thinking for some reason that the sound is coming from that area – is it the lamp?  Did a prior sleep deprived traveler leave some sort of alarm in the drawer?

Oh hey, there’s a window.  Let me find all 3 sets of window hangings and move them out-of-the-way so I can look out.  Maybe if someone is breaking in I will see them.  “Yes, because surely they would still be there hanging out after all this time”, I say to myself sarcastically  ‘maybe they will even look up to the 4th floor and wave”.

Sure enough, it is a car, no visible intruders, flashing and honking awake everyone on this side of the hotel who happens to be a light sleeper like myself.  My husband would sleep right though it.

Since there is nothing I can do and I’m sure someone has reported to the front desk by now, I decide it best to lay down and try to go back to sleep or at least be ready to when it stops.  I realize very quickly, sleep will be elusive for quite a while.

My half asleep but overly active mind begins to try to map out scenarios of what happened.  Did someone really try to break into the car, situated under a light in full view of one entire side of the hotel?  I decide it’s more likely that it’s an accident.  Then I begin to smile as I visualize a small child with keys dangling from their fingers and an evil laugh on their lips, singing na-na-na-na-na-na.  This makes me smile.

I imagine someone hanging their keys out of a 6th floor window, trying to stop the noise.  This makes me remember that these windows are locked and that makes me feel suffocated and imprisoned, contributing to my anxiety.  Maybe someone was bored and couldn’t sleep and decided no one else should be able to have that luxury either.

Then with my detective skills I have picked up from way too many episodes of CSI and Law and Order, I remember there was a tree directly over the car and I decide that something fell out of the tree and on to the car.   Case closed; now my mind can chill and perhaps I can sleep.

Some time in the middle of my musings, it stopped. I look at the clock and determine about 8 minutes have passed.  I rest my head on the lumpy pillow and try to get comfortable enough to sleep once again.  I was still checking the clock after 11pm.

It will be good to get home and sleep in my own bed.

Ice machines in the night

Ice Cubes

I am heading home tomorrow from my most recent work trip and I couldn’t be happier!  Sleep has been elusive this trip and I will be happy to be back in my own bed.

Although I have admitted in past posts that I am a hotel snob, this one hasn’t been too bad (although it’s not my favorite chain and doesn’t have room service) except that I am near the elevator and the ice machine.  This hasn’t posed much of a problem as things have been fairly quiet, until last night.

I was deep in la la land and awoke with a start at the cacophony coming from just a few feet away from my hotel room door.  It startled me and took me a minute to identify the noise.  Some incredibly inconsiderate individual had decided to make use of the ice machine at approximately 10:0opm.   As enraged as I was to wake up this way, it took all I could not to open the door and say something (I have family members who are flipping out right now at this statement thinking “oh no, that would have put you in danger, never do that!”).  I have other friends who are thinking, “only 10:00, really, Lisa,?”.  Personally, I think all loud noise and even discussions in the hallways should cease after 9:00pm.

As I laid back down, knowing sleep would not return any time soon (thanks again, ice man), I heard it again and again and again.  By now I’m seriously wondering if he is building an ice rink in his room.  I remember thinking to myself, “the only way this would be justified is if someone in that room has a raging fever and he is giving them an ice bath to bring it down”.  Isn’t it odd the things we think in the middle of the night? Maybe he was a hunter and was bringing some venison home to the family?  Or maybe he stocked up at a sale on frozen stuff?   I decided that it was more likely that he was filling a cooler and then tried to figure out why he wouldn’t just use the nice little refrigerator in the room.  Besides, it’s been so cold here, I have no idea why anyone would even need ice.

Oh well, I never figured it out, and needless to say, by the time I feel back to sleep, I didn’t like the ice man very much (although I have forgiven him).  He robbed me of sweet, desperately needed slumber.  This made me wonder how many people (maybe even ice man) will be awakened by people like me with blow dryers, doors closing and briefcases or suitcases rolling  before 7:00am.  Live and let live I guess, right?

Here’s hoping for peaceful, quiet hallways tonight – Sweet dreams, my friends, wherever you may rest your weary heads 🙂

Mitch Teemley

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