Maybe you should come to bed. I would enjoy your company. Just don’t touch me: it’s too hot! I’ve heard that if you synchronise sleep with the person next to you then you can enter each others dream, imagine that! But you have fall asleep at the same exact fraction of a second, which, of course, is what makes it so difficult. But we should try it, imagine the adventures we could have.
It is very hot again. The room is very warm. I long for cooling breeze to circulate round the room, chilling me to comfortable sleep. My hayfever is playing up, I have taken medication, but my eyes itch and sinuses are blocked which adds to discomfort of trying to sleep. Still it could actually be far far worse. I’m very lucky to be able to whinge and moan about these issues.
I need to close the bedroom door, the noise of television is very loud. Somebody is typing on a computer. If I close my eyes I can see the letters they type:
That’s all I could make out.
The brown cat is here with me. It is quiet outside the window except for an occasional car.
I feel uninspired tonight. I wonder how D. H. Lawrence coped when he felt uninspired writing a letter. He probably, looked out at his unspoiled Italian view and wrote what he saw.
The stillness outside is broken briefly by a loud man. He voice travels across the night air and in through the window and it’s gone, almost like it wasn’t there, like I imagined it.
Suddenly I can’t keep my eyes open. Come sleep, I welcome you.
Outside the window it is noisy: cars, people and outside sounds. Traffic sounds growing softer as cars disappear into the dark hills and then a sudden SHUSH of wind. It’s never quiet. I like these ambient sounds. The constant hum, it’s comforting, it reminds me I’m alive.
I can’t sleep. Illumination from window. I feel sick. And I feel awake. Wakefulness when you want to sleep is frustrating. It’s not like you want to get up and do something else or even just lie in bed and read. It’s like a form of boredom. A flatness of mood. Everything feels uninteresting.
I’m grateful that I rare suffer with sleeping difficulties now. Though, they were different: whirring thoughts, rumination and the like. But this is just feeling of being too awake to sleep but too tired and too lethargic to get up. I feel in a strange way over stimulated, my body feels uncomfortable against the sheets, like all my nerve endings are aggravated and longing for numbness.
I just want to fall asleep. You are asleep. The cats are asleep. It’s just me and the man who delivers the newspapers to the shop below who talks noisily in a different language on his mobile phone. My eyes hurt and my scalp itches and I can’t find a comfortable position for legs. I sigh. My brain feels funny from a lack of anti-depressants. Your skin feels soft.
I have tried counting. I have tried tapping. 254 taps in a count of 100. I yawn. I breathe. I feel slightly sick. I wonder if this is distracting me. I hope so. I hope I fall asleep when I finish. I would welcome some dreaming. Good dreaming. An adventure. You are rolling over and you are in the middle of the bed. The windows are closed so I can’t hear birds. But I know they are dawn chorusing. My wrist aches from holding the phone. Please sleep, I implore you, come soon. Dreams come soon. I am going to miss the postman. The postal worker. The post-person. I don’t know the appropriate term. Postie?
I’ve turned on my side. My left hand is filling with blood and I have slight pins and needles. What a strange term: pins and needles. A numbness, a buzzing sensation in my left wrist as the blood returns to it. My body longs for sleep. My eyes hurt. They feel dry and heavy. The ends of my fingers on my left hand are still slightly numb.
Come sleep, I implore you.
Is my brain tired or just bored. Is boredom the result of over-stimulation or under-stimulation? I think the former. Though I can be released from boredom by stimulation, like boredom was born out of over-stimulation like a flooded engine and it just needs time before it can be stimulated back to life.
I have been in bed for nearly 12 hours. I got up this morning with what some people might refer to as a ‘bad’ headache. Anyway, it was very painful, borderline migraine in terms of pain levels. So took some co-codamol which eased it greatly. But, alas, I fell asleep. I dreamed I was on a trip with university staying at a hotel near where I grew up. I won’t bore you with the details but it was a coherent, vivid and often unpleasant dream. I woke up soaked in sweat. I was dressed as I hadn’t intended to fall asleep, just wait for my headache to pass.