It Takes Two.

I want to doze off, but sleep is eluding me. Here I am, lying on my colourful rug (with the two tea stains) on the floor, trying to lull my brain into shutting down. But no, that's just not happening. Instead, I am thinking of how life is so very different with him around. Firstly, there is no need to switch on the lamp/tubelight when I sleep at night. Basically, I am a chicken. I cannot sleep in a darkened room, some light or the other must be on or else I freak out. So if it isn't the tubelight, it is the night-light, encased in a beautiful lamp that I bought from Dastkaar last year. But with him around at night, I don't even need that light. It feels safe. No boogey man will tickle my outstretched arm at night, monsters under the bed shall be completely vanquished. And much as I want to dredge up memories of horror movies, I will not imagine the sound of footprints... the only sound will be that of his gentle (and at times, loud!) snores. Ha! Curling up in his arms and sleeping feels nice, makes me feel as if I am at peace. My head on his chest, him holding me as close as possible. I don't need my trusted "paash-baalish". I have him. I don't dream of bad things, I don't dream of ghosts, I don't lie awake in bed the entire night, staring at the ceiling and literally begging for sleep to come (as was the case for much of 2013). Au contraire, I sleep well now, even if it is just for a few hours through the night. And I wake up refreshed and raring to "carpe diem" and all that. 

Song of the Day: Lyla (Oasis)