Symphony

I had such a restless night—it was filled with loud people in my dreams. One part I remember vividly was climbing down a ladder into a cold pool of water. I was apprehensive about being underwater, but the water felt so cool. And I could breathe the water. It was filled with bubbles and I could breathe under water.

I was awake for a few hours in the middle of the night, after the swimming dream, and as I was trying to go back to sleep I realized the sounds of a house at night are a little bit like a symphony. I was listening to our own unique music. No other house sounds like ours. I imagined that I could hear the night noises of all three small people, all three other adults, and both dogs; and if I was very still, I could even hear my own breathing. I think there is something magical about the midnight hours.

Today, however, I am just very tired.