Never Say No

This has been going on for days. In the quest for a better lifestyle, better skin, better work output I decided to start sleeping early and waking early to put in some serious solo writing hours. But it isn’t meant to be. Everyday something comes up.
Just last night I’m practicing deep breathing to relax my body into sleep when I’m nudged awake.
“Come on sweetie… wakey wakey.”
“No. Go away. It’s late. It’s already 12. I should sleep now.”
“But I’m up and I want to do it.”
“I’m tired now.”
“Oh come on! I’ve got some great new ideas I want us to try out.”
I am tempted. I am caught. My silence is taken as compliance and I am wooed. Soft words float over me, powerful words arouse me. A magical touch lingers in my blood taking over my thoughts, my mind is coming alive and compelled by a greater force I feel my hand reach out…
It hits the clock.
“Listen to me. I am tired! Why don’t we do this in the morning? See? I’ve set an alarm. We’ll get up and do it then. All fresh.” I try for a jaunty tone.
“I may not be in the mood in the morning.” The threats really fly.
A little worried I change my tone to a wheedle, “Don’t be like that. We need to break patterns and I’ve been told early morning is a really good time.”
“Really? Good for you. Let’s see you do it on your own.” Bang. And gone.
Damn. Now I really am screwed.
Come morning. I open my eyes and sit up. I wait. And wait. I decide to start on my own. But I’m not able to hit the right zones solo.
That’s when I give up. You can’t mess with the Muses. They’re Greek. They’re on a different time zone. I have to work on their schedule. I utter a silent apology, pull up the covers and go back to sleep.
Moral of the story: When you’ve got the energy flowing forget routine or you’re definitely not going to bed satisfied.