If I wear my sleep mask four hours tonight, I will have worn its least four hours — the minimum I’m supposed to wear it nightly — for a week straight.
At first, I thought that would be cool. The app on my phone has never shown a seven-day streak.
But then I thought, who cares?
It’s not like it has gotten easier to wear or put on. It hasn’t.
It’s not like my legs have stopped jumping. They haven’t. They have gotten modestly better recently after I added to my medicine and been talking a supplement. I still had my worst night Saturday in recent memory because of my legs.
It’s not like I don’t wake up most mornings feeling as if someone has been pouring sand in my mouth. I do.
It just means I have been able to tough it out for a week.
How is that restful — to go to bed every night knowing you are going to have to go to sleep in a war?
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