A dampness spreads across the duvet - plop, the rhythm ticks away in sleepless drops of time, until my clock bell rings out loud. Then groping, reaching, fumbling, I find stop.
Surrounded by my polyester cloud, its cozy white insomniac soft shroud turns starkly freezing, waiting for the light. Another rocky field waits to be ploughed.
Against the bed’s warm gravity, I fight to rise and face the early, bright sunlight; still sleepy, battle to the bedroom door and end my long and wakeful, antsy night.
In stretching daylight hours, I fight a war to keep the grey at bay, using my store of energy to keep me swimming, or exhausted drown in waking sleep once more.