It's not the sort of night for bed, anyhow.
At night I wake up with my sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head.
I don't get insomnia, but I do get the odd night when I can't unwind.
I can't sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her to get out if I could. But there is a woman stuck in my throat
WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.
Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.
