Monday Morning

Good morning,

I am sitting in bed to write this. It is a very cold and frosty morning, the frost was already forming when I came home last night.

I really struggled to get to sleep and I slept lightly and was dreaming of hospitals and casualty when I woke at 6am, needing the loo. I didn't know the time and it was dark, but it felt like morning and I wasn't sleepy, so I decided to get up and start working on editing the book.

My bed is warm with it's layers, and I have tea. The layers of bedding remind me of sleeping rough, as does sleeping on a mattress, and when I am really struggling to sleep, I pretend I am back out there, sleeping in my corner in my bedding pile. Happy Days.

I wish I could sleep better and that my worries would all melt away.