The sound of my alarm wakes me from a deep sleep, and I know even before I open my eyes that I'm in my bed.
It's become a nightly ritual; my little camp had started one night a week ago when I had gone outside for some fresh air after trying and failing to fall asleep. Gazing up at the stars, wine in hand, I was suddenly overwhelmed by fatigue and felt more comfortable under the light of the moon than in my own four walls. I decided to grab a blanket and lie down. Within 10 minutes, I was out like a light, and 8 hours later, I woke up in my bed.
I don’t know how I found my way back inside. I’ve put it down to sleepwalking. With my current state of mind, it’s the least of my concerns.
Feeling bloated, back still sore, I take a quick shower and let the hot steam soothe my aching muscles.
