X-mas Eve Post Sleep Study Finding

I hated the wires.

I could not find a comfortable sleeping position.

I hated the pillows.

I hated the glue and tape on my head.

I awoke aroused at the edge of morning.

I am at the edge of menopause.

I am still fertile.

I must be ovulating.

I woke up feeling that familiar flush beneath my Moroccan gown.

I am a woman in my fifties recovering from a grand mal seizure.

I am absolutely insatiable, sexually. 

I also desire something more.

I desire to feel, share, give, exchange, and receive love.

I am absolutely giddy this morning.

I guess a roadblock is finally down.

— cat, Dec 24, 2019, 6:20 AM EST

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Laughing while sleeping nude

I don’t remember what I dreamed, but my mother said I was laughing while I slept, which means I was deep in REM sleep, a very good sign. I sleep skyclad, aka nude. I informed my neurologist that I would be nude when doing the sleep study.

When she told me there would be technologists observing me, I shrugged and told her I don’t care, which is very true. I prefer being naked while sleeping, and I’d probably fit in nicely at a nudist colony.

A poem is coming.