I woke at 5am this morning, wide awake. Got up to pee, then slumped back in bed. Turned this way, tossed that, duvet and pillows mangled around my body.
Restless. Too hot. Too cold. Comfortable but not enough. Eyes heavy. Yawning. Not fooling myself. Awake.
I got up. Tidied my kitchen. Read some articles. Stood at the window and watched the daylight creep behind clouds as the night faded. Wrote a review. Contemplated writing more but didn’t.
Made coffee. Washed. Dressed. Left for work.
Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light
Pick up my pen and start to write
I struggle, fight dark forces
In the clear moon light
Without fear… insomnia
I can’t get no sleep