Bedtime

As she snuggled in bed under the warm duvet, she wondered how long it was going to take for her to fall asleep that night. It had been hard trying to fall asleep recently. But it was strange for she had no reason to lose sleep over. Perhaps it's the lack of stress that's causing me to be more alert than usual, she thought as she stared blankly at the ceiling in the dim room. Images from the telly illuminated the whitewashed walls in the tiny apartment, soft murmurs from the set audible in the silent night.

Tired of tossing and turning, she lie on her back, counting the ticks of the clock with every passing second. Occassionally, she drifted off before being stirred awake by the booming engine of a motorbike or the frantic siren of an ambulance four storeys below. Maybe I should stop drinking coffee after dinner, she thought. Plumping up the pillows for the tenth time that night, she started humming her favourite song in a bid to lull herself to a slumber. The humming seemed to work as the room soon got quiet...