Can't Get Any Sleep

I woke up at 4:30 this morning, unable to go back to sleep. Since I was going to get up at 5:20 anyway to catch a train, I thought, "I'll just get up now and take the early train." I figured that I could, as always, go back to sleep once I got on it. As I pulled out of the driveway in the early morning dark and hopped on the freeway, headed for the station, I realized I really did not have my full faculties. I vacillated between 60 and 70 miles per hour with no rhyme or reason, the exact kind of driver I avoid when I'm not that driver (semi-comatose).

Anyway, I was very much looking forward to my train nap. I got on and found the perfect seat. Four seats (two on each side) facing each other, one girl fast asleep in the seat kitty corner from me, the other two empty. I plopped down, pulled my beanie over my eyes and got ready to drool on myself.

"Excuse me," a deferential voice, and I looked up from my stupor. I expected a geeky college kid, with pimples and a backpack. Instead, it was a gigantic man in a suit with a briefcase. Probably about 6'5". He wedged himself in next to Sleeping Beauty, who didn't open her eyes, right across from me. His knees were practically at his ears, yet he managed to nod off in minutes.

Not so me. I crunched my legs to the side, I moved my head left and right, and I struggled for the sleep I'd planned on. And for the first time, I thought about child-free living. There's plenty of sleep with child-free living.