S is for Sleep, something I don’t really have a problem with considering I’m usually run ragged by my two rug rats. My usual position come 10 o’clock every night is asleep on my gorgeous sofa (which is long enough for an adult to stretch full out and is incredibly comfortable) in front of the news. Mr. Lacer will eventually disturb me from my slumber long enough for me to stagger from the sofa and fall into bed.
When I climb into bed and don’t fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow, I have a technique that usually works within minutes and a few short ones as that, I got this technique from my mum but have adapted it over the years. I’ll lie in bed but I’m not in bed, at least not mine, in my mind I’ll be sunny myself on a lounger on a golden sanded beach, the sun gently warming my skin or I’m in a sleeper coach gently rattling me through the Scottish Highlands as I lay snug in my bunk or I’m in a hammock on a pirates ship as the waves rock me to sleep or back to the hot exotic holiday resort I’m climbing into a ginormous white linened bed in a pristine white villa, a gentle breeze blowing through the open arched doors, then I’m normally asleep in seconds.