Insomnia is something that comes and goes in my life.
Like some kind of errant teenage boyfriend, taunting me, occupying my thoughts, wearing me out.
He, let’s call him he, is visiting at present. His usual visiting hours begin at around one am. Having gone to sleep reasonably easily by eleven pm I am suddenly, inexplicably woken and there he is.
We go over and over stuff. Work stuff, tax stuff, money stuff, love stuff, family stuff, stuff that happened at university, at school, the list is endless. Almost every situation that has occurred in my life that is, or has ever, made me uneasy we discuss at length between the hours of one and six am.
Five long quiet hours. Just me and him.
Last night we lay there for a good while re-living a playground argument with a girl at primary school. How does he remember this stuff? I think he must store it away safely somewhere in the deepest recesses of my brain and then picks at will, depending on his mood.
Then he leaves. He is done.
And I fall into the deepest, most beautiful sleep.
Until I wake at six-thirty or seven. Dragged from my sleep by my waking boy or the alarm for work.
I know this won’t last forever.
He is a fickle suitor.
Sometimes he will visit for a week, sometimes months.
This visit has been a week so far.
How do I end this unhealthy relationship once and for all with my night-time beau?
Any advice most welcome.
Man, I need some sleep.
