Insomnia

I’m lying on the sofa. The sofa smells like a bad dog. It’s 6.30 am in the morning. There’s a reason for this madness. I couldn’t sleep. Around six I gave up trying and thought I might as well get up, since if I went to sleep now I wouldn’t get to sleep tonight, or tomorrow night, or the night after.

So here I am lying on the doggy sofa. I’m lying on the sofa because I’m too tired to get up and do anything. I’m not tired at all, I’m really awake. I’m exhausted. I shut my eyes because they won’t stay open and behind my shut eyes, my eyes are wide open.