Pig Latin

From a very young age I have had a strange relationship with sleep.  I like being asleep.  For the most part I really enjoy being awake.  It is the transition between the two that I have always struggled with.

When I was a young boy I used to hate going to sleep.  I have never been the type of person who can easily pass into dreamland as soon as his head hits the pillow. I would lay in my bed and contemplate the silence.  My mind would start to wander.  Undoubtedly it would settle on the evil that was just outside my window, plotting how to get inside.  I planned out escape routes and developed action plans for when the intruder finally came to murder me.

Nowadays things are not much different.  I still lay in bed and imagine what I would do if someone were to come crashing through the big window on the front of the house. However, most of the time my mind just wanders; jumping from one thought to the next; all connected by a series of loose strings.  My mind will be so active that it becomes nearly impossible to fall asleep.  One strategy that I have for relaxing myself and slowing down my brain is to focus on a single memory and try to recall every detail I possibly can.  If I put all of my effort onto one thing from my past it will hopefully keep my mind from jumping on the thought train that is always chugging away from slumber.