My journey into the night starts much like everyone else’s. A long day of work, anticipating on the much needed rest by night. As most of the world begins to unwind and slowly drift to their beds that have been calling them, even before leaving to start the new day; by night, my intensity begins. If we are calling it that.

I always start with just laying there in hopes of falling fast asleep into the night and in the cozy comforts of a king sized bed. Warm milk, listening to easy mellows, as with counting sheep along with other things in the room, that call out to such an extent that your eyes adjust to the darkness. Soon, I am up and out of the bed . My feet hit the bitter floor with eyes wide open, heart racing , I begin to search for things to fill up the night.

House cleaning is out of the question, not because it’s something I don’t want to do or hate doing, but because of fear of waking everyone else in the house up. The whole house stays pretty dark with just a little light beaming from the computer that is placed on a handcrafted computer desk with a glossy finish. Highlights of the red and yellow cedar desktop come together while the desk itself stands tall and proudly reflecting the stream of light from the monitor. The higher the light the more it illuminates the room.Amongst this light, I create myself a world which I call Mommy’s Escape or Mommy Time.

For someone with no television, I am forced to use all the knowledge I have gathered over the sequence of my lifetime to create this world. Whether this information comes from childhood misfortunes, school, newspapers, programming from which at one point there was a television present, word of mouth and or reading. An endless reserve to sort out through the night. For my days, it is much too hard to just let my mind flow in such a manor with children running from one end to the other. However, with the kiddos bathed and off to a dreamy land, I can become simple again.

Insomnia is the least of my worries with much alone time ahead of me. I use this time for constructional purposes rather than letting it get the best of me. While I occupy my mind, the time tends to do what it has always done and that is to get away. I am then forced to leave behind this peaceful dwelling that has accompanied me. It is as though you’re the made up character in novel who’s story is to be continued. Until you get sleepy of course.

Like a time bomb my lids cover my weakened eyes. In an instant my body seems to carry itself to the welcoming bed. Staggering that has a feel of occasional floating to make my way down the never ending hallway, I am almost certain that I have already started the dreaming process. Little time to sleep you can almost smell the coffee as you imagine it.