Swing Me To Sleep

I was once again trying to get to sleep, in my sons' old room. I heard thunder in the distance, and then flashes of lightening lit up the room. Then the wind picked up, blowing freely through the windows. From where I lay, I could see the trees sway with each gust. I wasn't sleeping anyway, so I grabbed the sheet off the bed, wrapped it around me and ran downstairs and out on the porch. A few pillows and my sheet, and it felt an awful lot like a cozy bed. I lay there, on my porch swing, watching the show; lightening and thunder, coming from the Blue Mountains several miles away. I counted the seconds between the clap of thunder and the lightening. The closer they are together, the closer the lightening is...so "they" say.  

One Mississippi...two Mississippi...three Mississippi...

Storms have always been strangely soothing to me. When we bought our 1907 Craftsman style home, the large, covered front porch was the thing that first drew me to it. The porch swing sealed the deal.

I lay on the porch swing, the storm surrounding the house. I was alone. Not a soul was outside as I was...sitting outside at 11:30 at night. I snuggled in, lulled to sleep by the storm. I slowly became aware that I'd fallen asleep. Unwrapping the sheet, I tossed it on the swing. The digital clock inside read 2:00am. It was the best sleep I'd had in two weeks.

Maybe there IS hope. If I can just remember that sweet sleep is possible even in the middle of the storm, maybe I can make it through this afterall. ~ME