I can sleep motionless.
I can sleep motionless in the bathtub. I don’t drown.
I can sleep motionless in a bed and not disturb the delicate machinery of a baby’s unconsciousness, nor pinch a little hand or foot or nose in restlessness.

I can hold a bottle in the air while sleeping. My arm will not drop or move and yet I am asleep.

I can balance on the very edge of the bed and still sleep. My tiny 10 pound baby will lie arms outstretched horizontally across the middle of the bed kicking me or butting his little head into my side, and I can remain in REM.

I can sleep deeply, yet at the slightest sound of a gag or cough will be unexplainedly standing over the bassinet without knowing quite how I got there. I can also awaken immediately upon a drop in temperature to apply blankets to sleeping children.

These are the amazing physical feats of my sleeping self. My waking self is much slower and less talented. Somewhere, betwixt consciousness and unconsciousness lies an amazing woman. One day I would like to meet her and shake her hand.

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