Can’t sleep.
I’ve been staring at the ceiling since 1am as Mr. Sleepy purred quietly beside me keeping his Beyonce antics to a minimum for a change. I have spent the last 2 hours creating images from the shadows stretching across the bedroom from the parting in the curtains, deciding whether I will sleep better with one or two legs outside the duvet and wondering why the “politically correct” are so over sensitive.
I would elaborate here but I can’t quite process my thoughts at this untimely hour. I am presently pondering what sort of dream I would like to have when I return to my leaba with one leg outside of the duvet (two would be too daring). I’m torn between sky diving with Yoda and tea with God. Then there is also karaoke with Martin Luther King or knitting with Stallone. Mmmmm.
Perhaps a trip back to the future with Dr. Brown where I would meet my wrinkly self and better half along with the rugrats, 
among which is a drug dealer, student doctor and amateur magician. Our drug dealer would be our favourite child as he no longer freeloads, he has found food and board at the well known establishment that is Mountjoy, serving 5-10 which means we are only responsible for the other two for the next 2-7 rotations of the earth. Our student doctor is bleeding us dry and our amateur magician has killed 87 pigeons and 14 rabbits to date.
The ending? We head back to the present day in Doc’s DeLorean, with the aid of the trusty flux capacitor and book Mr. Sleepy in for a vasectomy.
Maybe I should just settle for Keanu Reeves and Ewan McGreggor battling it out for my hand. First to 10 in Connect Four.
Who will win? Me thinks it’s time to find out…
