Death and Sleeping

Yesterday I woke up in the middle of the night and I thought I was going to die.  No really, I thought I was dying.  I was so tired, so deep bone, emotionally soulfully, molecularlly  tired that I thought that it was my last night on earth.  Now granted, I have not slept much over the last 9 years.  I am used to waking up for crying, meowing, puking, coughing, panic attacks, leg cramps, contractions whatever, but this was different.  I did not take photos of the bags under my eyes from yesterday, but suffice it to say they were monumental.  But today, and here is the miracle, I feel better.