Wakey-Wakey

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

I am awake. It is 4:01am.

I think it must have been the microwaveable macaroni cheese I ate for dinner. I bought it for Caro after her op, but now she has moved on and I cannot throw things out. So it is all the fault of my Yorkshireness, I feel.

I woke up about an hour ago from that sort of annoying, fitful sleep where you are semi-aware that something is wrong. I had a song by Paul McCartney and Wings stuck in my head* and the sensation that a chicken was pecking its way out of my stomach.

You will be glad to hear that I am feeling better now. But now I am awake. 

I actually have a busy day planned for today. And I don't really want to feel tired for it. But there's not much I can do about that now. So I am just enjoying the distant sound of traffic, and the singing of tui birds. Everyone but me is asleep. And it is 4:07am.

I sometimes think it is because I am weird and like solitude that I like the night time. There's nothing like the surrounding dark to make a person feel all on your own. 

It is at times like these that my mind turns to you. For you it is the middle of the day (yesterday) and I expect you are busy with things. I wonder if you sense that I am thinking about you, and that my mind has settled on your face, like a butterfly landing on your head?

Perhaps not. But if you did sense a butterfly today, that was me.

S.

* And it just WON'T GO AWAY. Fortunately for you, you do not know this song. But my sister was a big Wings fan so I grew up with all their albums. Curses!