Sleep is a fickle lover, often unyielding and usually refusing to come, but tonight or rather last night it avoided me like the plague.
How long I lay down waiting for it to caress me into a stupor is something I'm fully aware of, in that, I stayed up all night; starting somewhere before midnight till it was, well, morning, in the futile hope that once, just for a flicker it'd lick me between the eyes and expose me to sweet slumber. How wrong was I?
Tossing, and turning and tossing all over again, making myself fully acquainted with the geographical locations of my bed I bled forgiveness and implored mercy.
Sleep never came, not the slightest smidgen of a wink.
Finally, in the wee hours of morning, when night cracked into a sliver of fissure and grey light seemed seeping in, a few birds began their morning music and I knew that sleep had sung it's swan song in obscurity and would be nowhere in sight.
Gathering whatever was left of me, I abandoned my quest, relinquished all hopes and repaired to another room, where I could get on with my life without hampering other sleeping bodies—
and here I sit, with nothing save cat and screens for company, for today I know will be truly lamentable.
Sigh oh sigh.
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