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The Unwilling Night Owl

It’s almost 1 am. How do I know this? -I am awake.

I have what’s called ‘Restless Leg Syndrome’, except with me its ‘Restless everything syndrome’. 

This is what happens.

Sleep happens, and I’m deep in slumber and then I wake with the most irritating nervy feeling throughout my entire body. 

The only solution is to move. So I wriggle and I wriggle and I jiggle and I move my toes and I Move my feet and I roll over one way and I roll over the other-Still no good.

My next move is to engage in some heavy exercise in an attempt to settle my nervous system down. 

Push ups in the lounge room, 5, 6, 7, 20, 25….

Has it worked? Not usually. 

Frustrated, I contemplate bringing out the big guns and going extreme solutions-Running at night, for at least 10km’s.

So far, I have managed to avoid this-the only thing stopping me mind you, was the thought of all the potential baddies hiding behind trees in the night.

I wonder if have written enough now, to induce sleep-Another potential nerve settler-scrawling rubbish and boring you all to painful tears. 

I hope so, or heaven help the world tomorrow! 

I’m going to give it a go-sleep that is-AGAIN

Oh, and I’m scribbling this in Orange-because I can! 

Wish me luck-


Nicole- The unwilling night owl



"I have been writing and creating images all my life-though it's only now, that I have finally let in the light" ~N.Martin

9 thoughts on “The Unwilling Night Owl

  1. That sounds awful. I have a relative who suffers from it and I know it can make nighttimes miserable. I’ve never suffered from it myself, though I do have the opposite: lazy leg syndrome. The darned things simply will not carry me out of my nice warm bed in the morning.


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