Frankly this is a touchy subject for me right now. It’s 4:00am and despite several hours of trying to reach the Land Of Nod I’m still wide awake. I get this every so often and I know exactly why. It’s the culmination of living a sedentary lifestyle and spending most of my time sitting in front of a computer screen whilst eating ready meal lasagne. However, I can’t possible accept the fact this is all self inflicted and could easily be cured with a more productive lifestyle so I insist on insisting that I’m an insomniac. No doubt this irks genuine insomniacs, I know it does me. (See what I did there?)
Anyway my point is that my “insomnia” has made me realise another Awesome thing in life. Getting into a freshly made bed, preferably nice and tired. You crawl in and feel the soft, clean, sheets kiss your skin as you rest your weary head upon a cool pillow. At this point you have reached nirvana and will soon be on your way to the fair land of Nod.
When I become a disgustingly rich billionaire playboy writer, who in his spare time plays in a chart topping rock band,one of the first things I’ll do is hire a legion of French lingerie models to change and make my bed each day.