Dear “Sleepless in Missouri”

The difference between walking in your sleep and never sleeping is the capacity for putting blind faith in your ability to negotiate furniture in the dark and to generally defy gravity in the face of falling. An insomniac will fall. A sleep-walker will not.

If I sleep-walked through Missouri, do you think I would find you, wide awake and too tired to get up on your feet and fall? Would my calm, sleeping face lure you away from computers and novels and midnight reruns of "Welcome Back Kotter?" Would you take my hand and walk naked through rose bushes? You do know that sleep walkers snicker at thorns? You can be like that: awake and invulnerable, shielded beneath my faith in unconsciousness, beneath my temporary ignorance of Sir Isaac Newton and apples and stubbed toes and small drops of blood on thorn-pricked skin.

Come out! Come out! The moon is there and you can always fall on me.

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