Three hours !
Not much out of twenty four
followed by an hour of turning this way and that
all to no avail...
Went downstairs, put the kettle on, fed the cat ( again ).
Made some tea,
it comforts me a little when back in bed.
I sip the hot liquid watching the sky, still heavy with un-shed rain, grow lighter..
My eyes dry and gritty watch the break of a new day.
Another hour goes by - I get up - any more attempts to sleep I know will be futile.
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I can see that you live a poetic life....
ReplyDeletevery nice writing and lucid narration..
It's a real poem of real life..
The problem (fb) that you have narrated can only be solved by having another account and select the new set of friends carefully.
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