It is late at night and I cannot sleep.
This never used to happen to me.
I always said that sleep was one of the gifts God gave me.
I sleep so deeply that, if someone calls and wakes me, not only will I not remember our conversation, I will not remember who called, or even that there was a call.
When my kids were babies, and sleeping in the crook of my arm, Moshe would have to shake me awake -- whoever said that mothers naturally wake to their babies' cries?
Lately, I wake in the middle of the night and, rather fitfully, return to sleep.
But when I sleep, I sleep.
Sleep is a wonderful escape... from pain, from cancer, from everything...
Yet, every once in a while, sleep escapes me.
I lie in bed and find it difficult to turn off my brain, even though I am so tired.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
The Silent Intifada
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