'here & Know'

It was sometime in the second grade when I stopped sleeping well. And sometime in my early twenties when I fixed the issue, temporarily. But I can't seem to discern when it got bad again. I would occasionally find some peace in the night. On occasion, it would be a week or two at a time. But in the scheme of a life, fleeting is not the right word for a week or two. What is an appropriate amount of time? I do not know.... "Seven years," I said to Margaret. "Seven years, what?" "Seven years of sleep." "You want to sleep for seven straight years?" "No. Well... no. I don't want to be asleep for seven years. Not for the duration. I think I need seven years' worth of good sleep to feel good again." "Henry, dear..." Margaret paused. "You're an old man as it is. What is this talk about seven years, how do you even come up with a number like that." Margaret resumed her knitting of a pot holder embroidered with a swastika. She knit one swastika pot holder every single day. At the end of every month, she would take the