You know Mr. Sandman, right? The one who, supposedly sits sweetly above you and sprinkles sand over you, so you can have some vivid,  dreams and sleep soundly like a baby.
I don’t.
I’ve always been told about him. Basically ever since I was a child. Yet, I’ve never been told about Ms. Sandman. I don’t think she exists. I say this because I haven’t been sleeping well. So if these legends were true, then she would come, then lean on my bed and do the same.

My ritual if you will…..
Right before I go to bed, my eyes get so heavy and you would think that would mean, I am sound asleep. But I am NOT!

Lately when I try to sleep my old lover pops into my dreams. Its the same as in real life. He’ll show up, be extremely connected to me for about two and a half hours, chatting, laughing at my dumb jokes and then he leaves. We don’t interact much. I’d like to more, him, not so much. It reminded of the movie, Moonstruck starring Cher, Olympia, John Mahoney and Nicholas Cage. Apparently I am on a first name basis with these folks.
Cher’s mom played by Olympia says, ” Do you love him Loretta?”
I love him awful, Cher says.
Olympia says, that’s not good.

That right there is one of my favorite lines in the movie.

Back to Mr. Sandman.
This one wasn’t any different. He came over and we were eating food from Cafe Turk. They make the juiciest succulent lamb to die for next to rice full of unique spices with raisins. It was heaven. The only difference was I was living in a high rise like the one in Asia. It was bland on the outside with 33 floors and one elevator that reeked of cigarettes. He, let’s call him.

He had just finished making love to me and jumped up abruptly and said, “here comes my town car”.

My eyes slowly open. My stomach is crampy from either loss, excitement or sadness.

In the end it doesn’t matter.
The dreams come, uncontrollable, waiting, lurking and on Easter Sunday no less. Today it should be of sweet bunnies jumping, pink and lavender dresses. Me, being surrounded by solid dark chocolate Godiva bunnies..
So….Ms. Sandman, tonight, we’ll have the one above. No town cars.
No him.