One day I’ll sleep.
One day I’ll wake up feeling rested.
One day I won’t need the nectar of life (aka coffee) to be functional.
One day I will be able to go to sleep at night and wake up only when it is morning.
One day I will be able to go to sleep without the ever present fear of being woken up as soon as I’m almost in deep sleep.
One day I won’t get to see that peaceful sleepy face in the quiet of the night.
One day I won’t hear those delicate sighs or feel those tiny fingers searching for me.
One day I won’t be needed close by to feel safe and secure at night.
One day I won’t be woken up with a kiss like sleeping beauty and children jumping on my bed singing jingle bells.
One day will be here before I know it.