Sandwiched between crisp, white cotton sheets, in those
moments before going to sleep, is my favourite time. I can finally stretch out
and relax, exorcising the day.
My least favourite time of day is a three or four hours
later. No longer am I relaxed, but I am still tired. Insomnia is a bugger of a
thing. And the longer I’m awake, the more tired but less like sleeping I feel.
Round and round my mind goes – ‘must go to sleep now, only (look at clock) X hours until I have to get up’. The
lower the value of X, the greater the
tension. It’s a nightmarish countdown, but with no chance of having a
nightmare.
I used to find, after an hour or so of sleeplessness, some
cheese on toast would knock me out as reliably as any (over)dose of vodka. Then
I came over all vegan. From the point of view of getting some sleep, it was not
my wisest move.
Anyone want to join me in a potato-based fermented beverage?
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