Left at the station

There must be some trick, I think, to the art of sleeping; Yet again tonight I have tried and it has failed me, or I it. To be left awake stirring restlessly in the bed after the house is asleep feels rather like having missed a train. You know it has gone on without you, that through some error it has passed you by, and there is nothing for it but to pace in the station and wait. The house has a desolate feel, and the debris of the day only reminds one that the people who discarded these things are elsewhere. There is a sense of helplessness and frustration, and an inevitable but ultimately useless compulsion to frequently check the clock. No amount of coercion will change the state of things. Sleep cannot be pleaded to, bribed, or bullied. Impatience will only make the time seem longer.
There is nothing to do but be still, try to relax, and wait. The only consolation is that sooner or later, your train must come in.

Come and see, the moon is dancing.

Since falling into a discussion on tags in the LT community, I've been more interested in using them. I just went back and tagged all my entries here, for something to do. Insomnia is a persistent disease...

Rey bothered me a while back to take a personality quiz she got through work, so I am hoping that taking this version will appease her.


Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.

I suppose I'll go lie down again.