I had chemo in the morning and I can’t fall asleep. I consider asking for the sleeping pill, but I am on the edge of sleep and it is pleasant. It’s quiet, not a restless turning. Very quiet and I am writing blogs in my mind, entertaining, witty. I consider reaching for the pad and pen to write a key word, but I don’t want to arouse myself from the quietness. It’s enough that I am telling myself these amusing stories (of course I remember not a one).
Then I realize I can’t fall asleep because these books arranged on top of my covers are all wrong. The ones surrounding the bed along the edges are of Mexican content. There is no interest, why would I do that? I am getting very agitated because I can’t imagine how I can ring the books around the bed edges without their falling off. Now I panic because I can’t move my arms from under the covers to sort the books. Then I fell sounder asleep, I guess.
After all my many years in the book shop, this is my first tiny nightmare ever, ever, about books. So maybe the chemo has begun its unpleasantries.
---Florence
Dear Florence,
When you wake up, and it's daylight at last, I'm guessing your first oh-so-happy dream will be of books. The dear fellows have been treasures and old friends for so many years.
Posted by: Ellen | June 04, 2011 at 04:32 AM