The sounds of sleep

I crawl into bed in the dark, on a cold winter’s night. I listen to the sound of my husband snoring softly beside me. I can hear the faint sound of the twin’s sleep music in their room across the hall. I hear my youngest sigh in his sleep, his fingers grapple with the flip-lid on his sippy-cup that he closed earlier as he drifted off. I hear him sip, and sigh as he falls back into slumber. I hear his brother in the cot beside him cough with the dregs of a drawn out cold that finally seems to be leaving. 

My husband rolls over, and for a while his snoring stops. I hear a siren speed past on the main road at the end of our street. My husband rolls again, and his breathing deepens. Another siren, then a truck rumbles past.

I hear the beep of my eldest son’s swatch. I didn’t know his watch beeps. It’s analogue. It’s dark and I want sleep and I don’t know what I’m hearing. I don’t hear my daughter, she sleeps as silent as the night, at the end of the house in the room next to her brother’s with the silent analogue watch that beeps in the night. 

And the house settles, the traffic stops, my family sleeps. All I hear is the sounds of the night, and my husband snoring softly beside me. And I stare at the ceiling in the dark, wishing for sleep, and thinking these thoughts that I know I won’t remember in the morning. 

And I get up and write these words in the dark about the sounds of sleep that I hear while lying awake in the dark wishing for sleep. 


Author: Georgia

30-something wife, and mother of four. Student, coffee drinker, chronic hobbyist, eternal day dreamer.

2 thoughts on “The sounds of sleep”

  1. i loved reading your writing, but from one insomniac to another, never blog if you can’t sleep. write it on paper and save it for the morning 🙂 the blue light from screen makes it harder to sleep. i find recordings of guided meditations helpful. i have a cd of some, but i’m sure itunes is full of them. and there are many diff types, if you don’t like one, theres sure to be another you might like


    1. Normally I wouldn’t blog Clare, but finding a pen and notepad would have meant waking the boys. I have guided meditation podcasts on my phone, but it was charging in the kitchen and I had no idea where my ear buds were – I’ve been tidying and decluttering, everything in its place ha! I felt I needed to write down my thoughts before I would be able to go back to sleep, so I got up in the dark and wrote it on my phone. I drifted off to the sounds of the wind and the rain picking up, and was woken not long after by a toddler needing some soothing words.

      Tonight WILL be better. 🙂


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