I'm awake. I wish i were asleep in that big bed with my partner. I am awake, however. Sometimes my brain just doesn't slow down, even with medication for anxiety. Perhaps creativity and wonder just slip into the place where anxiety was - and they leave no room for sleep. More and more ideas just keep flooding in. More ideas than I could ever embody, visualize or complete in this lifetime. How to pick and choose.
I think I'll choose bed with cool sheets and purring kitties and soft pillows - whether I sleep or wake.