What I’m really thinking: the insomniac

Hypnotists, therapists, camomile tea, drugs, pillows doused in lavender oil – I’ve tried them all, but still sleep eludes meIt’s 11.30pm, time to roll down the blinds of your mind and slip into the black sponge of sleep. Now it’s 12.30am, and my mind is on alert, hyper-aware, posing questions to a vacant audience: pit-pat, tit-tat, the cogs are turning when they should be grinding down. 1.30am: nope, still awake. 2.30, 3.30, and so on, and so on… unt