Righting

Most nights are filled with benign wanderings, curious visits or strange reunions. Whether too much caffeine or too much life, my night was a hunted haunted ill slumber filled with many awakenings. How I recoiled with a start from the hand of sleep. Each rude interruption assured me I would call in sick and right my head with a long steady morning dreaming. Falling into a mini dream moments before my final arousal I emerged calmed and relieved until only the faintest remembrance of nocturnal disturbance remained.

Off to work with my usual aplomb. This earth once more spins in the correct axis.