It is 2am and I am awake.
I used to be a regular visitor to the shores of the all-too discovered country known as ‘insomnia’.
But, in the last six months, as my life has calmed from various troubled events, my sleeping pattern has returned to normal.
In fact, this is the first time, since late last year, that I’ve found myself wide awake after just a few hours’ sleep.
There I was, an hour ago, happily fast asleep dreaming of whatever, when my head woke me, to serve up a list of things I have to do in the office later this morning.
That’s nice.
Not.
There are three branches of Zara in Rome.
That’s the kind of observed fact that my head throws out when I’m awake and don’t want to be.
I’ve been downstairs, made tea and toast, brought it back to bed and consumed it.
I’ve checked email.
I’ve bothered Twitter (and discussed ‘The Real Housewives of Orange County’ with Andy, who is currently exchanging Liverpool for Florida).
I’ve read the Guardian and Daily Telegraph websites.
I’m still awake.
*drums fingers*
I did, briefly, switch the television on, but all there was to choose from were various gambling programmes and the BBC News channel.
The former are rubbish, the output of the latter is a heady mix of dull and embarrassing.
*pauses for a second mug of tea*
There is no chocolate in the house.
I guess I should be thankful that episodes of insomnia are now so infrequent that they could be classed as ‘rare’.
There’s a ‘bizarre sex’ documentary on PickTV.
I’m going to chuck it in and try for sleep again.
G’night!
x
I too get the occasional bout of insomnia. It happened on Saturday morning, in fact. At 02:15.
After laying there for nearly an hour, I decided to get up. I sat downstairs and played on the pooter for a while in the hope that tiredness would set back in. It didn’t.
So, like you, I made tea and toast. But I didn’t go back to bed. Once I’d eaten – had breakfast – that was it: I was up for the day.
But I didn’t mind too much. Morning is my favourite part of the day and it just meant I got to see more of it.
Morning is my favourite part of the day too. But I need my sleep!
How do you know there are 3 branches of Zara in Rome?? That’s a really random fact.
I walked past them, this weekend.