My eyes open.
Without looking, I know the time.
Always 3:15 a.m.
Just in time for my early morning clandestine Facebook chat with Renee and Angie. As our husbands snore, we plan our days, lament the weather, and discuss whatever comes to mind at such an ungodly time.
We formed this insomnia club by accident, our bodies oddly synced across two states, connected not only by our hometown but by habitual sleeplessness and for me, menopause.
Ah yes, ill-mannered menopause replacing metabolism with hot flashes. Replacing sleep with pinterest.
Our club is open to new members. The only requirement is being wide-eyed at 3:15 central standard time.
“The first indication of menopause is a broken thermostat. It’s either that or your weight. In any case, if you don’t do something, you could be dead by August.” Dorothea Benton Frank