Night One

I popped open the bubble pack and a tiny 10 mg green pill fell into my hand. "Dainty," I thought. I threw my empty Ambien bottle into the trash, grabbed a cup of water, downed it and the pill and waited. It was 9:30 pm on a Friday night.

My head hit the pillow at 10. I could feel my body jonesing for Ambien. My heart rate was elevated, I was extremely restless. This was to be expected, Ambien has one of the worst withdrawals of all the sleep meds. I got up to get a banana and some cheese, two of my favorite comfort foods. 

Thats when it hit me. I felt very calm. As I was walking I couldn't help but notice that reality seemed slightly dream like, but I was in complete control. No euphoria, no ataxia, no subjective feeling that this pill was doing the same thing those others pills did. I lay back down after my snack, closed my eyes, and sunk into my pillow like a brick.

Breakfast was my only obstacle that morning

... When I woke up, that is the first time I regained consciousness, it was morning. I immediately assessed myself for signs of sleep deprivation. And found that all I wanted was some bacon and eggs.

I sprung from bed at around 8:30, full of life. Things were crisp and clear. I was back! I joyfully took the dog outside and took on all the wonderful sights and sounds that my neighborhood has to offer. I was so clear, it was uncanny! I hadn't slept like this for years! My only fear is...

... Will it continue to work?