Last night I slept like a baby. I worked out hard with my trainer and then skated for two hours at roller derby practice. I was exhausted, but the good kind, because I earned it.
I crawled into bed with aching muscles and a freshly-bathed Tater. My pillows were fluffier than I remembered, my bed softer. I awoke in the middle of the night to a thunderstorm rolling in and listened to the sound of rain through my open window. I am so lucky to have a dog that isn't fazed by thunder. He slept soundly despite the really bright lightning flashes that pierced through my eyelids and the rumbles that shook my windows. I drifted quickly back into dreamland as if I had never been interrupted at all, thankful for the rain and content as can be.