Sleep is tircksy

There are just some nights when sleep evades me.  I have this weird anxiety all pinned up and I can never put a name on it.  It's not quite insomnia, those of you know me know that I am world champion sleeper.  Once I fall asleep I generally have no troubles staying asleep and it takes a promise of a hot hot shower and nine cups of coffee to get me out of bed in the morning.  I dont know what it is.  I just call it sleep anxiety.  Its almost like I am afraid I am going to miss something if I give in to Brother Sleep...I feel a lot like a kid when these spells come over me.  Remember when Christmas was a little more magical and a little less exhausting? When you use to wonder that, while mother and father said Santa wasn't real....is that the jingle of a sleigh bell? Was that a boot on the roof? I use to get so excited thinking about the prospects of reindeer I'd would nearly make myself sick.  Imaginations are wild and beautiful things.  I only wish mine would silence itself for the night. Nine year old me did not have to be up at 730 in the morning!