A restless night is a long night, listening to cars passing by, half hoping one of them stops and you get out, but it never happens. Saturday night drinkers staggering home at 3 in the morning, their shrieks of drunken laughter and nonsense talk carrying on the still night air.
I make a hot chocolate and stand looking out at the darkened world, there’s a brush of frost laying on the hedges and trees as Autumn silently creeps upon us. Climbing back into bed I hug the heat of my cup, revelling in the slight comfort it brings, wishing it was someone’s arms holding me close. Once my drink is finished I turn off the light, lay down and wait in the darkness for sleep to claim me, memories and thoughts playing with my emotions it can’t come quick enough.
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