It’s happened again. It’s 4.47am and I’m awake.
I only went to the bathroom very quickly and here I am wide, wide awake, yawning but still wide awake.
Get up, I thought to myself. Get up and do something. Anything. As soon as you do, you’ll start to drop off.
That was a mere half an hour ago and still I’m sat here scribbling away.
I loathe insomnia. And I also loathe having stuff on my mind too.