It’s 3.21am and I’ve been awake for nearly two hours. After laying in the dark trying really hard not to think about the fact that I should be asleep, I’ve admitted defeat.
The thing is, if there was an Olympic category for sleeping I’d be a gold medalist for sure. I don’t have many innate talents but I excel when it comes to sleeping.
It usually takes me no more than thirty seconds to drift off and barring interruptions, I’m good for at least eight hours, but preferably nine.
I’ve always been this way. I used to regularly catch forty winks at house parties; once nodded off standing up at a heavy metal gig and just a few years ago, drifted off during a root canal.
That’s why it’s such a ball ache. Hey ho. There are worse things in life than a random bout of insomnia. At least I don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow.
Sleep tight lovelies 💕
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