Sleep

I turned in suffering from the vapours, no doubt caused by having guzzled a bottle of the most deplorable wine I've ever tasted. I was out like a light and woke up suddenly well before five, which was much earlier than I wanted. I lay awake for ages, dropped off, then woke up at a quarter past seven. My bed looked like the aftermath of the Battle of Balaclava, and I felt bedraggled and tired. I must have moved around a lot during the night.