When I was little and could not sleep, Dad would always tell me to pretend an alien had landed and I was in charge of explaining to him the rules of baseball. Except by the time I got to the fact that if the catcher dropped the ball on the third strike the batter could run, the alien was asleep and I was still awake. So then I would try Mom’s idea: Picture a blank chalkboard. Which worked for about a minute until people started drawing on the chalkboard.
But I decided tonight that what I really need is a pensive. The best figment of JK Rowling’s imagination. The magical invention that was clearly born out of necessity, not entertainment. How much would I like to pull out my thoughts in a silver thread and drop them in a bowl and tuck the bowl in a cupboard.
Then I would sleep. And my thoughts would wait patiently. Until I had room for them again.
enJOY it 
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