Insomnia

It was that kind of night, wide awake in the wee small hours with a brain that wouldn’t switch off. Several flocks of sheep had been gathered in and encouraged to jump over a gate, music had been listened to, my book had been read but still the neurons were sparking and fizzing in my head. Scenarios of doom and disaster shared time with happy memories and plans for the future.

At lastI I resorted to the ultimate treatment, quarter of a sleeping pill which can be bought over the counter in Spain. This is absolutely the last resort and only used in extreme cases. My brain capitulates very quickly when it knows it’s beaten and allows me to sleep.

These nights happen occasionally for no particular reason, but I hate them when they occur.