Restless Sleep, Moon-Dogs and Herbal Tea

Tossing and turning at 3 a.m. The bed is warm, not cosy-warm but fever-warm. The duvet holds me down, traps me as I toss about. And thoughts are black shadows at the edge of my dreaming – repeating as mantras, chanting and chanting until a migraine lurks on the periphery. Forced out of bed, IContinue