Some times sleep is the hardest thing for me to do. Especially after a crappy grief injected day. Post Traumtic Stress is control of my dreams mostly, but sometimes I am blessed with calmness and peace in that crazy world of dreams. Our beds share our memories that are personal and private. Things not spoken of. But they are important memories. For the first time tonight I am sleeping right smack in the middle of the bed..it feels good. Embracing my new independence in a subtle but important way. Hmmmmm might have to pop some popcorn..:0) I wish you all sleep my friends..