unedited for 100 days. Day 17

I guess it was about 10 years ago that I started to transform into what I would call a sleep diva. I suppose my cute little studio apartment had something to do with it. I was recently divorced and queen of my castle, for really the first time in my life. From my adolescent home I moved to the dorms at college, then an apartment of three girls, followed by a house of six girls and then to another apartment with my then spouse. I had never lived alone until my 500 and something square foot apartment. It gave me the time and space to genuinely get to know myself. I was able to do things the way I liked to do them, without tip-toeing around roommates or exes. I walked by that apartment today, with my dog and baby in tow per usual, feeling grateful and of course nostalgic.  That little place, and the girl that once lived there, had no idea of what was to come. She didn't have a plan or much of an ambition, outside of the dream to be free and happy. And perhaps with any luck, find someone to share life with that would embrace her newly realized need and passionate love for nine hours of sleep, and of course the eye mask, ear plugs and essential oils that make it happen. I may not always get my nine hours, but I'm about to proudly put my mask on next to the love of my life. Night night!