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submitted: Sep 10th 2008 | by: Sarah Maple | Total views: 6 | Word Count: 561 | |

Lying in bed last night I began to think about...everything. Ironically the only time I seem to be able to arrange thoughts in my head is when I should be dispersing them, throwing them into high wind over a barren sandy desert of sleep. It is such an unfortunate conundrum for someone who loves sleep, could sleep all through the day without a care in the world but as soon as head hits pillow it's...think, think, think.
I am overcome with an urge to call long lost friends I haven't spoken to in years, put the washing or clean the bathroom or read an article I had left open in that days newspaper. Why when I could do this all tomorrow? I conclude that I naturally must be a nocturnal human being. My best productive and most compassionate nature comes out after the sun goes in and no amount of coaxing will bring it out before.

There must be more people that feel like this, maybe they have already formed some kind of late night help group or chat line, someone you can call when everyone else is asleep and regurgitate your thoughts to or just chat about nothing.

Sometimes I can stop this happening if I swap beds. If I am sleeping somewhere different it almost stops my brain from working in the same way, I am too busy acclimatising to my new surroundings to think and no sooner have got used to the texture of the sheets and the feel of the different mattress than I have dropped off to sleep. Result.

If I ever do this at the weekend and sleep in, anyone that comes looking for me assumes that I must have gone out without telling anyone. No one ever thinks to look in the spare room to see if I am there. I live at home and the rest of my family always seem to get up early at the weekend however I do this all week and sometimes it's nice to have a lie in, especially if I have been up half the night thinking. I lay smiling knowing that I am safe in bed for another hour or so.

I have been given some hope though. The other day I was sitting in my friend Dave's house watching a film. It was a little cold so he brought over a big bright multi coloured quilt and threw it over me. The bright colours really cheered me up and it made me think that if I had a bed cover like that, I would go to sleep happy. It is now my new mission to find the perfect happy bed cover, one that it would just seem wrong to be sad under or want to get out of.

This could be a crazy idea and there is no guarantee that it's going to work but it's my last hope. I can't keep bed hopping every night and what happens when I move into my own flat? Ill only be able to afford a one bedroom on my meagre salary!

That night when I go to sleep...I think about where I am going to buy my quilt from and have to swap beds again to resist the urge of surfing the net to look for 60's retro prints.

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