It’s just now that I realize that there’s little more painful than to awaken from a really deep sleep and force yourself into awareness when there’s nothing you’d rather do than sleep, sleep, sleep. Does it feel like death?
That’s what just has happened to me. At midnight, eager to surrender to unconsciousness rather than endure any more suspense on this agonizing election night here in Cleveland, Ohio, I turned in for the night. Now it’s an hour and a half later and I’ve been wrenched from my bed by my editor–I forgive her–with the news that, as of this writing, it looks like Ohio is plummeting into the Republican column and that George Bush will more than likely serve another term as President of the United States. She has asked me to say something meaningful about what I’m feeling, what I’m thinking, when all I feel like doing is surrendering myself to the dark for as long as my body will let me.
I’m writing a piece for tomorrow’s Voice website that comes of these gloomy thoughts.