I remember a time when it was a badge of honour to stay up all night without sleeping. I wrote all night many a time, thinking that the wee small hours of the morning would bring out the best in me. Coffee kept me company as I plowed through my manuscripts.
Now I want my sleep to return. I want to come home from work on a Saturday night, switch off and go asleep. But I can’t, and I know why.
Coffee is my constant companion from morning ’til night. I should know better but don’t know when to stop.