Hitting the Snooze.

I am not sleeping here. Rather I sleep but my sleep is so filled with dreams that when I wake, I still feel exhausted. I am not sure if it is the heat or being in a new place or the vibrant colors here that plague my brain with restlessness but still in my waking hours I find myself wishing I could go back to sleep and puzzling over the dreams where my family members bite me, there are millipedes in my bed and the island floods. I'm told it takes a month to adjust to island life, perhaps this is part of the adjustment.