141. Quiet

I grew up on a really busy street, in a house with a raised foundation and four brothers. It was always noisy and I taught myself to sleep through all the ruckus.  When I was a teenager I could stay up half the night and sleep well past noon. When I met Curtis and we visited his childhood home I finally understood true silence.  I ended up sleeping clear until dinner time. I think his parents must have thought there was something wrong with me. But there was never a noise to wake me up. The house was built on a concrete slab in a cul-de-sac and there were no longer kids to make any sounds.

Last night I was up clear past one o'clock cleaning up and winding down from our big party and I was dead tired when my head hit the pillow.  I slept soundly for a couple hours until Abbey woke me up 3:00 - and then again at 6:00.  The girls were up for good at 6:00 am. With my training you think I would be able to sleep though it all, but I can no longer seem to sleep through noise. I so miss sleeping in.