The Science of Sleep

I have a real problem sleeping with someone else in the same bed as me. It is not that I don't like it; I love it, it is just that there is rarely all that much sleeping going on.

I don't mean that in the nudge, nudge, wink, wink fashion, I mean that, well, my mind goes a wandering and when my mind goes a wandering, my hands go a wandering... you can figure out the rest.

I suppose I pester my bedfellows to distraction. It is a good distraction, but the poor guys do need sleep too.

And it is not a sex thing per se, it really is a mind thing. It is something similar to a fever. I remember once, in a fevered sleep I had to fix the entire underground plumbing system of Jigalong before I could sleep. Once when I was backpacking in Sydney I had to write an entire opera based on the Arthurian legends to the tune of Carl Orff's Carmina Burana. My mind is like that. Most of the time there is nothing to feed it so I suppose I don't notice it but when there is a fever or a cute bedfellow, oh dear... Please buckle your seatbelts, this flight of fancy is about to take off.

Yes, it has been a problem over the last few days and it has probably been exacerbated by to my unsettled situation at the moment. In the middle of the night I truly believe all the shuffling and twisting and turning and cuddling is not my fault. It has something to do with swatches for a book of art prints or streaming video production. In the morning I see how ludicrous that is. It is not usually this bad. I am sure it will settle down.

Anyway, if I have ever warned you that I couldn't stay over night in your bed, now you know why.

Tags: sleep, dating