Head is spinning. Can't stop thinking. Can't get comfortable. Thoughts spiral. Legs are restless. Brain is in a frenzy. Why can't I...? What was that? What if... ?
Oh, enough of this! I'll just get up and knit. The comfort is instant: my chair, knitting needles in my hands, the yarn moving through my fingers, the rhythm of the stitches, the creation of a garment. I am soothed, sometimes to the point that the needles drop to my belly as I nod off, and I awake to this sight before I cart myself back to bed.

Encaustic, mixed media: linen yarn, plastic needles