Well, this is NOT how it’s supposed to be at all. I get up and go to the bathroom. I am so tired. When I come back, I see the clock. No. It’s simply not possible that I’ve been awake for a whole hour and a half. Maybe I did doze off after all.

Earlier, as I sat opposite him at the kitchen table, it was really difficult to keep my feelings in check. He looked good. He was telling me about the events that happened whilst he was there, making me laugh. I loved having him back. I had been tired and would have, normally, been slightly miffed that he didn’t come until after 11. When he arrived, I was so pleased to see him that nothing else mattered.

And so, probably, that was the problem. Either that or, by the time we got to bed, I was just over tired.

Either way, I just couldn’t sleep. He cuddled up to me and immediately, I felt itchy all over. But I couldn’t scratch or move because I was worried he wouldn’t sleep. And so I lay there. Itchy. Awake. Dying for sleep but not feeling so tired. We turned over and I cuddled him. I think he was asleep but I couldn’t be sure. Then I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came back, he must have been asleep. He cuddled up to me – but really close. We were very hot. The only way he would do this would be if he was asleep. Even if it made me feel itchy (because I couldn’t scratch, of course), I didn’t want to move. I listened to the soft snoring. It meant he was here. I didn’t want to move away from him. I guess I got to sleep.

Even if I have had only about 4 hours sleep, I don’t feel so tired. Perhaps it will hit me later?