Unslept
Quite much of an
early riser that I am, the clock alarm serves no other purpose than to confirm
the arrival and the passage of time. There are very few times when I get woken
up by the alarm clock, my body clock seems to have the essential biorhythms for
diurnal and nocturnal existence whilst being tuned to abort somnolence at the
appropriate time.
Yet, it does not
serve much purpose to the insomniac that gets to sleep well past midnight or
more happiness slipping into dreamland with the lullabies of Sailing By and the Shipping Forecast.
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Overslept
Sleep arrives
probably before 02:00AM and I will probably have 2 or more wakeful times by the
time it is 06:00AM, BBC Radio 4 keeps my mind ticking away as I roll over
trying to get a bit more sleep which altogether may not total more than 4 hours
in the night with the 2 hours I have in the early evening.
Then yesterday, my
eyes popped open at 7:16AM and my train was leaving the station at 7:17AM, how
did I sleep through the alarm? It meant a day of working from home as I
cancelled my pickup from the destination station to the office.
Had a health check
and the prick of a needle in a number of places before the day was over and I
looked forward to the next day. The night fell and I went to bed.
Underslept
The dawn broke with
the imprint of the last day; did I miss the alarm again? It was light, the
light of an early summer’s day and one glance at my watch and I saw 7:00AM,
jumped in my trousers and in 7 minutes I was in a rapid trot to the station.
The streets were
eerily quiet for the time of the day and as I got to the station and looked at
the clock on the noticeboard, it was 5:13AM. I smiled, got my ticket and
sauntered back home for a lie-in.
The memory, the
drugs, absent-mindedness or the simple blurring of the sight that gives the
mind the wrong information to act on. I looked at my watch at least 4 times
before I saw the time on the station clock, all the time, I saw a time 2 hours
ahead on a watch with hands until the digital display at the station reset my perspective
to see the right time.
Some made fun of me,
I chose to ignore them. It was a lovely day.
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