Henry tossed and turned. For the life of him, he could not settle. It wasn’t that there were urgent issues on his mind, nor was he overly stressed. It was purely that he could not get to sleep, despite being tired.
It was then that the first inklings of stress began to creep it. How, I going to function at work tomorrow if I don’t get some rest?
He rolled over again and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Nine-o’-five. That’s like midnight, he thought. Well, the middle of the night, anyway.
Padre
I often assert to my wife that 9pm is “midnight,” especially for those that have to wake up for work while it’s still dark.
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I hate that when you just can’t sleep so annoying 🙂
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