<sultry voice>
It's that time of night when the world is at it's stillest and the air hangs like a curtain outside your window.
Mimi is awake. Still awake. At midnight Mimi went to bed, exhausted, but she has INSoMNIA.
It's the kind of insomnia that comes about when your mind won't rest. Pondering things over and over in your mind. but hpw do you shut off your thoughts. How do you say 'go away imagination! I don't want to wake up with wrinkles!'?
Three hours of variously trying to blank thoughts from my mind, or later trying to change the thoughts to something else by way of R. Dawkins low boring drawl on my iPod, telling me things I already know, I am still awake.
But I am so, so tired. My body wants to fall to slumber but my brain is ticking over the possibility of Jaffa Cakes as a staple food source, why wasps can always find that tiny chink in your window to get into your house but can't find the way out of a six foot high door when you open it wide for them, and whatever happened to Pop Tarts.
Oh, and now there's a spider on my pillow. Feck.
Great, now I will never sleep.
