It’s hard to blame Tumblr for the deal with Yahoo when their attempts at monetization were selling digital stickers and push pins for your posts.
I don’t sleep well in familiar places, and I don’t recall my dreams when I don’t sleep well.
A night spent in my own bed is a dreamless night, spent tossing and turning until I ultimately wake up feeling somewhat less refreshed. Meanwhile, I could sleep on a couch in a random strangers house for 4 hours and wake up feeling energized, as if I had slept on a bed of clouds for 3 days. I can’t explain why this happens to me, but it does. Someone once told me that it’s stress, but I somehow doubt sleeping in a new place on a normal day would instantly relieve stress.
However, I don’t complain. A wonderfully refreshing night of sleep comes with dreams I wake up remembering; dreams I often don’t want to remember. Dreams that are wonderful in their own, but nostalgic and bittersweet when I awake. Dreams that involve someone that I don’t think about in my day to day life anymore.
And these dreams… They are always different, but the words and the actions are always the same.
It’s been over 6 years, and when I sleep well I realize it still hasn’t been long enough.