4am...

I should be sleeping, I say to myself yet again. Yet my mind is racing round and round on pointless unimportant things. So I sit in my favourite armchair, it's always there waiting as if with outstretched arms to comfort me whenever I need to sit. I skip aimlessly through the endless list of tv channels. Talk shows, Cop shows, repeats repeats repeats, shopping channels with night time presenters who seem like they've overdosed on E numbers, wearing the never ending plastic smile that I'm sure is part of their job description. From eye cream to pressure washers and clothing to pet supplies, everything available and delivered to your door. Just call this number they all repeat and pay with plastic, it's easy. So I turn down the sound on the tv, and the only sound that's left is the methodical tick tock tick tock of the clock upon the wall.
So now it's silent again, not just within the walls of which I sit, but within my mind. The hustle bustle of pointless drivel has halted to a stop. Maybe aided by the comforting mug of hot chocolate I've just finished. Back to bed I go now, to rest and recharge before the morning.