insomnia.

It is no secret, nor news....that I am massively massively insomniac. Alwyas have been. My parents had sleepless nights, as I would scream my head off the minute I'd be plonked into my baby cot, or I would roller skate and ride my bicycle all around our tiny appartment of those times ( this required Dad's supervision. All through the night). My mother always scolded me because I apparenntly never cired, I just screamed myself blue.

I think this story was told to me, over and over again, to communicate that my insomnia is accepted. And no-one is going to do anything about it.

All through school, I would stay up as late as I could, to read. I would read under the blanket, after "lights out". We had phenomenal times in college, staying up all night, drinking innumerable mugs of coffee and tea, and the usual dorm stuff. We were night owls and bats, and we would drowse only in the wee hours of the morning.

Hick place that I lived in, and hick folks Id hang out with, it was many years later, that I learnt that insomnia is a disease, that is calls for treatment, that only the the psychologically disturbed  and the incurably depressed "suffer" this sydrome.

I guess I suffer,too, a bit. For I absolutely ad undeniably LOVE my insomnia.At least, on most nights.
More than the willowy quality of light, sound and feelings that I find , the nights are precious to me for the simple reason, they are an illegel extension of time, its like ive been given a few extra hours gratis.
This is when i read, think, do laundry, play with the cat/dog ( of course they are insomniac,too!!), read all that I couldnt during the day, and read some more. It is when I do most of my thinking work, my office work, my decision making.... And I dont suffer anything except lack of time for things I need to do!
This insomnia here, is what   triggered this off.
The night, is the only time when I feel someone like else, apart from the "We are, to a large extent, our own jail keepers".