Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Shakespeare knew exactly what he was talking about when he wrote about how vital sleep was. I, unfortunately, will not be sleeping properly tonight. I am away on business and am sleeping somewhere else, other than my comforting bed. I am a creature of comforts and familiarity. If the place is not familiar, I will not be comfortable. No matter how comfortable the mattress is, no matter how high the thread count of the sheets are and whether they are Egyptian cotton or not.
I am resigned to the fact that sleep will come, and come properly, when I am back in my own bed, after this business trip. That is the sad truth!
Oh and, to my neighbour, I know the walls are thin and so are the floors. But do you have to slam every single possible door in your room (mind you, a few days ago, I was guilty of doing just that and I don’t think my neighbour was very happy about the door slamming. See, I do know how to walk in someone else’s shoes…and whinge the way they do too!)? You’re worse than Baby Elephant (that’s what I love to call the kid who lives above us!)!
This is going to be a long night eh?