I Can’t Get No Sleep

55 words about insomnia
photo by Nousnou Iwasaki

It’s 3:55am. The car park light sways in the gusting wind and makes shadows dance on the bedroom wall. Is the moon waxing or waning? Difficult to see without glasses.

I went for a run in the afternoon, for crying out loud. I should be sleeping like a baby.

I’m knackered.

I’m wide-awake.