Mr Furlong seems so delighted. I have slept in my own bed. As I have mentioned before, I have been through a bad bout of insomnia – months actually. Eventually, I found myself habitually lying next to Mr Furlong, knowing I wasn’t going to get to sleep and getting up at 3:00 am, having not slept a wink, to sit in disgruntlement in a lounge chair twiddling my thumbs until I felt I could try again.
So I moved into the guest room and created this blog so I could write to while away the night hours.
But over two months of sleeping well and seldom writing night posts, I’ve gone back to my own room. I believe I have broken the insomnia cycle.
Last night I slept brilliantly next to Mr Furlong, right where I belong.