Sleep

I listened to the Boccherini quintets with double bass again, as I settled down to sleep. Later on I woke up in pitch darkness. My eyes ached and I was bombarded with thoughts of the terrible injustice and unfairness of the present age. I lay awake for a long time before looking at the clock. It was exactly two minutes past four. I felt pretty rotten, as if I'd been drugged, and went and had a fag in the front room. Afterwards it was back to bed. I was still awake as it started to get light, and the next thing I remember is turning off the alarm at seven. The next thing I remember after that is looking at the clock at seven thirty. Then I got up.