He lies deep in the covers and pretends that the sigh of his breaths are the wash of the sea. It comforts him, but doesn't bring him to sleep.
He counts to five hundred. He switches out his pillows. He reads a chapter of his book.
Nothing. Wide awake. An important day tomorrow and that's probably what's doing it. A day he needs rest for.
So he goes to his desk. Makes a coffee. Gets to work.
Paddy Dobson
1st December 2022