Sleep

Try as I might, I just can't deny it - sleeping is one of my favourite hobbies.  Perhaps not sleeping, just being nice and cosy and warm with my duvet wrapped around me.

I love the feeling of waking up, realising that I have another hour to sleep, turning over to a cold side of the pillow, acknowledging the heaviness of my limbs that means I'm truly relaxed, and then drifting off again.

And on mornings like these, I miss knowing that I had a good nights sleep.  I woke up unsettled and not knowing why.  I think I must have dreamt, but what about I can't be sure.  At some point during the day, I'm bound to have a flashback that leaves me with the same uneasy feeling, and maybe I'll equate it to whatever I dreamt about last night, but then maybe not.

Unless something unusual happens in the course of the day, I have a feeling that I'm going to be indifferent to most of it.  And all because I didn't a good night's sleep!!  Ah well - there's always tonight  :)