I didn’t sleep well last night.
I was feeling restless, uncomfortable. Not physically, but psychologically. I was upset.
I tried to imagine I was somewhere else, in a room I used to sleep in. I tried to imagine there was someone lying next to me, that I wasn’t alone. I reshaped the room I was in. I tried to force the window to shift to a different wall. To move the door. To put the wardrobe against a different wall.
Outside I could hear the noise from the street. It was coming from the wrong place. I got up and closed the window. This helped. I imagined the window being bricked in, a wardrobe placed infront of it. A new window built into the facing wall. I closed my eyes tighter. The door moved to a different position. The bed changed, the flooring changed, the colour of the walls changed. I was in a different room.
I was so successful at transforming the room I was in that when I woke up a short while later, I was completely disorientated. It took me a couple of seconds before I realised where I was. I was devastated and couldn’t get back to sleep.
I didn’t sleep well last night.