As a flight attendant, my schedule was around the world and around the clock. I could work a red-eye to London or have an o’-dark-thirty flight to Boston. I rarely knew in advance, and the mystery and suspense kept my work life exciting. I rationalized that I could always take a quick cat nap to refresh myself when I got to my destination. Sleep was never the priority.So it should come as somewhat of a surprise that I now go to bed every night at 8:30.
I have no choice in the matter. After the boys get home from school and we do homework and eat dinner and take baths and get ready for bed, a wild tsunami of sleep punches me in the face. I am overwhelmed with a need to lie down right now. I glance at the clock: 8:30.I don’t know how this happened.
The Husband asks me if I want to watch the Presidential Debate with him tonight—of course I do! But (realistically) he’d better TiVo it so I can watch it tomorrow afternoon instead. A neighbor invites us to a Halloween party, which sounds very appealing … until I find out it is from 7 – 10 PM. It might be considered rude to take a nap under their dining room table in the middle of the party.I see a vision of my former self—you know, the awake one?—and she is but a shadowy black figure in the distance. She wants to put on a red flamenco dress and dance all night … but only if “all night” conveniently ends at 8 PM.
That might still give her time to brush her teeth.
trifecta writing challenge: 333-word essay, the challenge word is "black"-- the 3rd definition, which is "dressed in black"