The story of my mornings

Have been running on a short supply of sleep of late. For about two weeks now, I’ve never had my “quota” of sleep. Extracts from two Pink Floyd songs aptly describe the situation…

… you fall
upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me
to rise

through the window in the wall
come streaming in on sunlight wings
a million bright ambassadors
of morning

no one sings me lullabies
and no one makes me close my eyes
so i throw the windows wide
and call to you across the sky

That was from Echoes. Happens everyday to me. Arbitly wake up early in the morning. My room is bathed in sunlight. I’m still feeling sleepy and want to sleep again. Somehow I’m not able to sleep and decide to wake up.
Awake to the morning, no reason for waking
(Sorrow, from A Momentary Lapse of Reason)

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