Up and down like a hyperactive lift

I had another spell of sleeplessness last night. Whoever said insomnia is a hard habit to break knew what they were saying. I had an hour of borderline panic, an hour of wanting to run away somewhere, an hour of uncontrollable excitement. Then I decided to get up and play Wii Sports for a while, just to have something to concentrate on. Then I went back to bed and stared at the ceiling, imagining worst case scenarios to do with the wedding. I turned up late, I forgot my words, I got Philippa’s name wrong, I caught Ebola, Philippa ran away with the cleaner from the register office, etc, etc, etc. Then I finally drifted off to sleep, only to wake up ten minutes later in a cold sweat. And through it all, Philippa lay beside me, sleeping away like a contented baby that was full of it’s mothers milk, and looking as peaceful as a cloud from Heaven.
How can she be so calm??????
I got up at 10am feeling as if I hadn’t slept for a fortnight. I told Philippa what had happened and she kissed me passionately and then dragged me back to bed and kept me there for nearly an hour. And then, typical man that I am, I fell asleep immediately and stayed that way until midday!
Thank you, Dr Philippa.

RC 20-12-15