The worst thing for me about not sleeping is the utter loneliness of it. There is no one to turn to at 3 am in the morning. And, as I can't bear being alone at the moment, I find it doubly difficult. Amongst the clutter in my head last night were a few words spoken to me before I went to bed by a couple of people I care about.
It's only as those words filtered through my brain in the night that I began to worry about them. I began to worry frantically for them. It's entirely possible that things aren't as bad they seem, but I won't know until I can talk to them. It's still too early yet so all I can do is to continue worrying.
I texted Dave earlier, I just needed to hear a friendly voice this morning. He rang me almost as soon as he woke up. The world is a better place with friends like that around.
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