nikdante

It's coming on midnight, and in the wood behind my house I can hear a squeaking noise. I think it might be a squirrel, but I don't know what noise a squirrel makes. It seems to be enjoying itself, whatever.

I'm really sleepy, but don't want to go to bed - I feel strangely restless. Maybe I'll succumb soon, maybe not.

I'm not generally a night time person. I get crabby if I haven't had loads of sleep and I invariably wake up early no matter what time I go to sleep. I used to be quite a light sleeper, but these days I sleep the sleep of the dead and my dreams ... oh my dreams. Such things you wouldn't believe.

On the other hand, you've all got pretty healthy fantasy lives, I guess you would believe ...

But that's for another day

Sleep tight, one and all.