"Woke up, thinking there was something that I needed to do when there really wasn't. Couldn't get back to sleep," Angela said, smiling softly over at her son.
That had happened a lot in her life, waking up for no reason what so every except for the anxiety that something was happening somewhere that she couldn't do anything about. When she was younger, it often happened more when Arthur was gone, out of town on business and left her to cope with all of the situations at home by herself. When the boys were little, she would go into their rooms and just sit and watch them sleep in order to calm her mind enough to go back to bed. And after Peter had moved out, she had spent her late nights in the kitchen. Either cooking or eating, sometimes both. It just depending on how anxious she felt.
"Have you been having trouble sleeping a lot lately?"