Sleepless In The City
Apologies in advance, this isn’t an upbeat Monday morning update.
How should one function on less than two hours sleep?
Should I take the day off? After all, I am the boss of me.
I’ve never been one for napping in the afternoon, but should I try and catch up on some much needed sleep or do I soldier on and try and achieve something productive today?
The one thing I did accomplish at 2.36am under the blanket of night, was journaling. I literally raged on a page. The title was ‘TRAPPED’. I won’t go into what I wrote because it was deep, real deep, one for another day perhaps. It was all I could do, express with harsh descriptions of how frustrated and angry I felt about my inability to sleep and stay asleep. I wouldn’t wish that feeling on anyone. It’s torturous.
But it was very interesting reading back through my journal at 6am this morning. Isn't it mad how different our perspectives are on life when we are struggling to get some shut eye.
You’re probably wondering what kept me awake during every hour of the night?! It’s really not that major. It started with restless dogs flapping their ears, wanting a pee, and to go outside to parol their territory. My neighbours having their TV on so loud it felt like there was a street party right under my window. I’d certainly not received the memo for a Sunday night gig. I think the whole of the Cardiff emergency service were out creating city traffic noise, sirens were constant and piercing. Then there were the joy riders - really?! No joy if you weren’t the dude driving the car! If that wasn’t enough, my partner is slowly getting over a really bad cold, so there was an orchestra of coughing, spluttering and sneezing for about 2 hrs. It must have exhausted him as annoyingly it was proceeded by an hour of snoring, so loud the floors were vibrating.
I just sat in bed, starred at the night shadows and prayed for the morning sunrise.
I’m actually dreading bedtime this evening.
What is a girl to do?!
Answers on a postcard please.
Now it’s time for my 5th caffeine hit, although I’m not sure an intravenous drip of the strongest coffee through the veins would keep me functioning today. I dearly hope you had a wonderful nights sleep. I guess I’ll SWYD (sleep when I’m dead).
Until the next time
Take care & stay safe xx