Sleepless in Dublin.

Golly, this not taking sleeping tablets is a real blast. I mean, here I am, 7 AM, I've fed the cats, walked the pup and had a slice of toast. What ever will I do with myself next? Oh I know, I'll crack on with my work. Yes, that's it, I'll work. I mean, I"ve only been awake since 5:40 having had a good solid two hours sleep. What more could a girl need?
Sleep, it's overrated isn't it? Luckily I don't seem to need that much, well I"m exhausted, but I'm awake...so I mustn't need much, right? Right?
You know when you're walking down the street and someone says 'hey, hey remember me?' And you're all like, 'erm...well hi there.' But you haven't a single clue who the person is, but they're faintly familiar, then as they keep talking to you, asking how you are and how's the family, are you still in the same line of work... after a while a creeping realisation works its way up your spine. You do remember this person, you do, but you also remember that you don't like this person, you can't stand this person, but you're trapped aren't you? If you had been vigiliant you might have crossed the street and escaped them, but you were daydreaming about shoes and now look, you're trapped with them.
Know what I'm talking about?
Maybe you don't, but that's what I thought last night. I was lying there, I was awake, I was trying to remember what the doc said, I was trying to remember what Monstee said, no reading, check, no bright lights, not too hot, not too cold. Okay breathe. Hey why am I thinking about how much work I"ve got on? And why am I sure I can hear Toffee snoring in her basket? Where did that daddy longlegs go? What if it lands in my mouth when I"m alseep. Hey this is weird, it's famililiar. I'm ...oh no...oh no not you...Insomnia? Is that you? Oh my, yes you're looking great! I almost didn't recognise you there for a moment. Really that's great, listen I better go, now I"ve got to...hum?
And then I was stuck there. I mean I got up, I tried 'doing stuff' but it felt stupid and I knew I was only kidding myself, I thought I might be getting tired...
Insomnia was waiting when I went back to bed, cheery, one foot swinging.
'So, Cat, how's you mum? Still driving each other up the wall? I like your digs here, I'm thinking about moving in. It will be cool, kind of like a giant pyjama party, won't that be fun? We can tell each other our deepest darkest secrets. Say, is that a daddy longlegs? Hope he doesn't fly into our mouths when we finally close our eyes. This is great, oooooh we're gong to have such fun. I've been dying to see you for ages you know, did you change number or something? I mean I was trying to get hold of you and I'd almost given up, then last week I tried it again and I was like wow, it's ringing...'
Argh.