I look at the clock, its 1.23am.
I calculate its been two hours since I turned off my light.
My bladder screams at me for release.
That task completed I see it’s now 1.25am.
Sunrise is not for a lot more hours.
I read the digital news, find an interesting story that doesn’t necessarily commit me to read about political corruption of some sort.
Once completed, there’s a second source of news and I look at that. I glance at the clock, 1.52, I’ll need to be back asleep by 2.30 at the latest.
The Guardian entertains me for twenty minutes or so and then I touch the Solitaire icon and up pops the game I only play in the wee small hours. My mind goes to the challenge, can I get a game out tonight. I play two or three then turn out the light and try to sleep.
Some nights it’s easier than others. Some nights it’s a matter of laying there, thinking will I take drugs or not. The sleeping drugs will bring on sleep but I fear the feeling of being zonked out for half the next day.
It’s hard to settle my mind. I compose many a blog post at this time. Some nights I sit up in bed and write and post it. It kills more time.
I lay down once again and this time when I open my eyes time has passed and its near dawn.
This is such a familiar routine, it’s part of my cycle.
The middle of the night is quiet, it’s dark, I’m never at ease, I hang out for the dawn.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/02/27/tale-weaver-264-awake-in-the-night-27th-february/
Morpethroad 
A very similar story to what I do through at night.
Seems we are all afflicted by it.
I think it could be a bloggers disease! 😱
This is my nightly routine. Horrible.
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Glad I’m not the only one!!
I know what you mean Michael.
That used to be me, so I can sympathise. But these days I try not to touch any form of computer… phone etc… within a couple of hours of going to bed (not always achievable); I go to bed early (9:30 at latest), and I read for a while (half hour, maybe); no phone, no nothing in the room with me; and I sleep. Sure, I might take several trips through to the bathroom (and that’s a hike into the cold side of the house) but always I snuggle back to the business of sleeping. I wake, no alarms, around 5:30, sometimes as late as 6:00, refreshed, energised, able to face the day. Early to bed, early to rise, and no computer-screens in between. It works.
I think that’s good sleep hygiene well done you.
After years of CFS, it became essential
Way to relatable!