Taken to the Edge of Sanity by Snoring

Insomnia is something I have to cope with every now and again, it generally last for a solid week and by the end of it my other half hides all of the sharp knives and does what ever he can to stay on my good side. I am now a couple of days into my week of non sleep, so now is not the time to keep me awake by snoring so hard it sounds like your in a tractor and ploughing a rather troublesome field.

The thing is, he sleeps to an Olympic standard, the loudest noise doesn’t wake him, neither does a gentle push, a nudge, a kick, a thump…or a pillow over the face! I have resorted to a combined kick, nudge and push manoeuvre which manages him to get him onto his side, it goes no where close to waking him, however it leaves me feeling like I could scream as once again I have almost been off to sleep and dragged back into the waking world by a sound akin to someone gargling with gravel.

There is something about the small hours of the morning though, when the world outside is finally silent and the only movement that you notice is that of the wild animals that have come out to forage for food. It is a peaceful time, a time when you can think without interruption from extraneous noise like your inconsiderate neighbours, badly trained dogs that bark the moment a leaf moves, and obnoxious kids that take control of the outside space as if they own it all. For all that I would much rather be sleeping, it is good to open the door wide, warm drink in hand and gaze up at the stars for a while, before another effort at this sleep thing.