8.11.16 How we sometimes nestle ourselves in

Sometimes when I can't sleep I get up from the toss-turn turn-toss-turn turn state

 where you float close to sleep or dip a bit into sleep and then slide out of it, back and forth til you come to enough to realize it's really not happening. 

I get up and grab pillows and go pull out the sofa bed and make it in the soft dark light, and get all ready

 as my beloved stumbles out and looks at me and I get up and laugh and turn him around and point him in the direction of the bedroom. 

Then the pup stumbles out half asleep and looks at me like 'What is happening that I need to stand here like this ?'So I turn him around and tell him it's ok and go back to bed again.
The cat that's afraid to come into the bedroom to sleep begins to celebrate that we'll spend good time cuddling together out there in the living room and snuggles on down waiting on me.
I sit and do mindfulness and it's tough and bumpy but kind of happens.

 I put oil on sore places and they stop being sore and I get that I still haven't landed. 

I steer myself away from beginning to really engage with ideas and tomorrow and what if's and steer steer firmly to the simple and the here and the now. Right right now.

The bedroom light goes off and the neighbor who had been up turns off their light and their motion sensitive back light pops on and I smile knowing one of my wild neighbors is just going on by.
I check in and I'm getting closer to coming in for the landing, but there are a few tangled up things I'm still fretting over.

I lie back on the bumpy sofa bed and my mind comes up with a place where there are several rooms and clear with softy earth colors and no doors and the back room only has one shelf up on the wall .
I see myself folding beautiful tapestry carefully intricately into a box, an open box, and gently placing one concern nestled into the box, and carefully placed up up on the shelf.
I watch as I take the second difficult thing and carefully fold a second box out of shining beautiful thick fabric all woven with intricacy like something precious and I see myself slowly place the second concern softly in the beautiful box, a perfect fit, and I lift the box up and place it on the shelf.
The third concern is difficult and I watch myself pause for a moment feeling the depth of this difficulty, and then folding a third beautiful exquisite box suffused with rich loveliness and carefully fitting the concern perfectly into the box. And then lifting it just so and sliding it up up onto the wooden shelf.
I see myself walk out of the room, so many open windows with no glass or screens and I go into a front room and there is a mattress upon the floor, with simple soft bedding and smooth cotton sheets And the night is dark and quiet save crickets , and stars amassed in the endless sky.
I see myself without a thought in the world, my cares turned gently into soft boxes back in the other room, open to the night air and the small light from the night sky.
And there I am in the front room , relieved of distress, resting from responsibility or problem. Nestling myself into a soft smooth bed, turning once and falling deeply asleep.