Dear Sleep,
What did I do to upset you so? We used to be such good friends, you were kind to me and took me willingly each night, while I merrily gave my full attention to you for as many hours as my lifestyle would allow. But you've changed, Sleep, you no longer welcome me so lovingly at night, instead hiding yourself from me until I can bare it no longer and then only grudgingly giving yourself to me for as short a time as possible.

I haven't changed, Sleep. I don't have problems on my mind; indeed, it remains as vacuous and simple as it ever has been but you inexplicably chose to shun my continued pursuit of your loving embrace. Is it my slowly advancing years, my giving up smoking or the fact that I now choose to exercise a bit rather than focussing on make full use of my previously expanding behind? Have I caused you upset or called you a bad name?

Please tell me what I've done wrong, Sleep, I'll happily atone for any grievous error or unwitting offence I may have caused, just let me know how I've upset you so and I'll do whatever it takes.

I love you Sleep, please forgive me, I really am fucking knackered!
( Moey, Wed 10 Mar 2010, 17:59, Reply)