480 minutes of…

Truth. I knew in advance I wouldn’t sleep Sunday night. I was out of Ambien and Pot so there was going to be a moment of truth whether I liked it or not. I retired to bed at 11.30 pm Sunday night, twisting and turning, the morning was a long way off.  Time passed to midnight, couldn’t sleep, I got her to relieve me manually, still couldn’t sleep, she was moaning while doing it, yes moaning, moaning about how hard it was and how hard it was going to be  –  getting up in the morning for work on  such little sleep. It was a concern I also shared but at the same time there’s something about a woman moaning that I just can’t listen to. I went into another room, still couldn’t fucking sleep,  1.30 am now. Reality remains reality, an hour is an hour and feels like an hour, the night is when reality comes down hard. I  had now reached the point where sleep just wasn’t going to happen. I went on YouTube, it was now 3am. A sentence of 8 hours of sheer hell had been passed and would be served to the last second. 8 am came eventually, and it was straight into Monday morning on fuck all sleep.