Sleepless nights
April 15 2025
The bed was comfortable. Filly had a mattress pad from Walmart… an eggshell one, so that the bed felt soft enough even though it was a firm mattress. And the blanket was perfect. It was one made for her by her friend, one of those kinds that the girls make during volleyball tournaments where they tie knots all the way around two pieces of blanket material.
The temperature was comfortable…the ac and the fan blowing a cool breeze. SO WHY WAS SHE NOT ABLE TO SLEEP. It looked like it was going to be a sleepless night. Filly squeezed her eyes shut. She told herself NO MORE DREAMS.
She had been dreaming about putting clean white bed sheets on a bed she was making and the sheet was rumpled and needed to be pulled tight and smoothed out. But every time Filly pulled the sheet tight a piece of the sheet tore off, like the box top on a flimsy cereal box. Then, in her dream, Filly would try to pat down that torn part and try not to tear it more. The sheet felt like linen only rougher, and the more she patted and tried to stretch the top sheet, the more pieces started to tear. No matter what she did in her dream, that bed would not go away…it kept appearing in front of her with the torn sheets.
THIS IS RIDICULOUS Filly shouted to her husband in her dream.
NO SHEET he said back.
A JOKE? in a DREAM? That was when Filly got up. She padded in her bare feet, cotton T shirt and plaid pj bottoms into the other room. She might as well write if she was not sleeping.
She put her cozy blanket around her, a pillow on her lap as she lay flat on the leather sofa, and a computer on top of the pillow. The computer light was bright and the computer was slow to open itself up. No problem. She put an airplane neck pillow around her neck so she could see the screen without lifting her head (hoping she would go back to sleep in this horizontal position) and started writing about her dream so she could forget it.
She thought it was funny that her dream had a joke from her husband. The suggestibility of her thought from others was on her mind as she had read a thing about tariffs before falling asleep and it included “dad jokes”.
She had also seen a clip of a baby looking at her own feature in a magazine and the clip showed the dog right next to her…looking as interested as the baby…which was hilarious.
Normal goofy things made Filly laugh. Like her husband cooking on the grill. It might not seem funny to some but his methods …to her, were hilarious. He would light the grill..using the little wax thingys…and wait for the charcoal to get hot. Which took a long time. Which he did not like. He wanted to feel the need for speed.
They had one of those egg type smoker grills, so in order to speed things up…her husband got the blower out and aimed it at the vents for the smoker, and those coals literally turned red with glowing heat almost immediately. Filly told him that he could be on Home improvement with his giant blower…lol.
But he was not always such a man’s man…he had also been interested in the mailbox that Filly had for Tater. It was pink and had little hearts and Filly and Tater wrote letters to each other using the mailbox with its little flag up to indicate a letter was inside. Filly’s husband liked the letter Tater had written so much he wanted to save it forever. Tater had also written a book with drawings of her family, and Filly was drawn with big wild hair… Big suprise lol
YAWN. Filly was starting to find it hard to keep writing. Maybe it would NOT be another sleepless night. YAY.