Is there ever a more miserable time to be awake than 3 am?
You went to bed at 11, tired and ready for sleep. Now, you're lying with your eyes closed trying to ignore the thoughts chasing each other round your head. You pluck up courage to sneak a look at the clock and the yellow numbers glare back at you through the darkness . 2:50. You know you should be sleeping - you've a busy day ahead.
You sigh and shift a little and shut your eyes but you know the battle is already lost. Sleep has deserted you again.
You get up and wander around the house for a bit. You visit the loo and go downstairs for a glass of water. Your stomach gurgles and grumbles at the intrusion of a cold substance at a time when it could, quite reasonably, expect to be resting.
After the chill of a night-time house your bed feels warm and welcoming and you relax a little, eventually drifting off. But it's only REM sleep - accompanied and interrupted by weird dreams. Faces from the past and characters so bizarre that you have to wonder at the state of the imagination that created them.
At 4.30 you give up all pretence of sleep. You practise all the relaxation techniques you've ever learned - willing your body to unwind. With effort you acheive physical relaxation but your mind still won't let go.
Finally the alarm sounds, signalling the end of the night. You're relieved it's over but not quite ready to face your day.
At least, with daylight, comes purpose and distraction so you get up and get on with it.