August 12, 2013
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The Bookworm
11pm all is quiet. I’m having trouble unwinding and sleep is distant, a banging noise disturbs the quiet and I get up to investigate.
Annie is under her covers, ‘spy gear’ night vision goggles on her head, the LED light glowing onto her book, reading. Quiet as a mouse, we thought she was asleep.
I take the book and try to persuade her to sleep, knowing myself how elusive sleep can be when worries haunt you.
The melatonin isn’t working tonight.
We talk for a little while, Annie keeps coming back to her book, she only has one chapter to go, she wont be able to sleep until she finishes it.
I give in, hand over the book and she immediately starts reading. While she finishes the chapter I take another walk around the house, doors and windows still closed and locked, lights are still all switched off, Heidi peacefully sleeping.
Once her chapter is finished Annie turns off the light and promptly falls sound asleep.
Sometimes a good story is better medicine than all the drugs in the world.
