Or rather Morpheus - I have insomnia, just for a change. For some reason it is always after I hang out with my sister and niece. I have a lovely day, but then find it hard to wind down. Once more, it is too warm and stuffy, which doesn't help. I have noticed that the shadows are getting longer again and in six weeks I will be back in college, awaiting instructions for the FdA English Studies Year Two grind. I should have my nose in Dickens, but find myself side tracked into reading Monica Ali's 'Brick Lane.'
Alas, I cannot pick up the latter to read, as the bedside lamp will wake Hubby up, so I have to remain contented with the glow of my Smartphone. Probably doing all kinds of damage to my eyesight.
To sleep, perchance to dream - I know I am misquoting Hamlet here and there. I just seek sweet, dreamless slumber that eludes me just now.
Alas, I cannot pick up the latter to read, as the bedside lamp will wake Hubby up, so I have to remain contented with the glow of my Smartphone. Probably doing all kinds of damage to my eyesight.
To sleep, perchance to dream - I know I am misquoting Hamlet here and there. I just seek sweet, dreamless slumber that eludes me just now.
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Date: 2014-08-11 05:34 pm (UTC)From: