Repose to slumber, to hibernate, nap, doze, snooze, sleep, recharge.
That is what my weekend was made of. I showered then crawled into bed, with no alarms set,phone on emergency contact notifications only, I was going to allow myself to wake naturally. If I was to wake at noon, so be it I would rise and start my day. I slept and I slept well. Waking at 2:30pm.
I stretched and yawned and felt so good, my body was healing, rejuvenating. I curled myself into my sheet, cocooning myself and snuggled into the pillows I had structured into my nest. I turned on my audio-book and allowed myself to just rest. There was no cleaning, no deadlines to meet, just me and sleep.
I padded through my little house, seeing how I kept it clean, knowing there would be no rushing to catch up on my days off. I patted the dog's head, oh what a good girl she is, as she is a big napper as I am. Constructing a snack for her and I, we retreated to the sofa with 3 blankets nesting in for a while, we watched a little TV, I with a glass of wine, and she with a cup of whipped cream.
We ventured outside, sitting at the patio under my apricot tree, with sunlight drifting through the leaves. We softly and silently returned indoors. The house filled with the scents of fresh flowers, and my lingering body wash.I yawned and stretched, slipped into another shower.
The water is the only sound to be heard, rushing over my body, I bend and stretch and twist, my body relaxing. I sat at the computer and did a little writing, putting notes of story-lines together. Music now fills the house with the visual of a virtual crackling fireplace on the screens. Once again I yawn and stretch, retreating to my bed. The air is cool and the room is dark as I pull the covers up and drift to sleep again. No alarms set, just me and sleep.
I wake and shower once more, I make a light dinner, feed my girl and we travel outside for a small quiet walk in the dusk. She frolics in the tall grasses of wild sunflowers and I stand at the edge in silence, feeling the last rays of sunlight on my skin.
I putter around the house, wiping the kitchen clean and starting laundry- the aroma of fresh coffee and clean linens fill my kitchen. I light the candles through the house. Their soft flicker is the light of the evening. I curl to the couch with the remote in hand. Aliens V Predator begins to play on mute, I sit and be still. The movie plays as I read. My mind is relaxed, I am calm as the screen flashes with gunfire and aliens dripping acid from their mouths.
The movie ends, the candles are snuffed and once again I return to the slumber of my bed. The bedding wraps around me, pulling me to sleep, my mind plays out scenes from my next book, as I drift.
My days were of rest and rest alone. I gave myself the peace and grace to just be, and sleep. To sleep the day away. My body yearned and ached for the deep slumber. Craving the sheets to drape across my skin. There was no looking at the clock, no timelines to have, only daylight and darkness were my markers. I showered, ate and slept. My body needed me to release itself to slumber, and that is what I did.