Insomnia entry 1

It comes to the same stage at 11.30 each night when the Claire within begs, almost embarrassingly begs me to relinquish the thoughts and feelings and emotions the day has brought me in sweet sacrifice of sleep so desperately needed. The day is amazing isn't it, it gives us insomniacs the fuel for our night, of persistent dwelling on matters that are not even worth worrying about, but seem so crucial in thy minds eye, when the lack of sleepiness comes upon us and we are just hurtled down the road of repetition and replay of things we could and perhaps should have done better. .

Insomnia entry 1.