Waking up crying's a new one, never done that before! Hey, that first sentence could be a lyric from Dolly Parton at her most sentimental!
OK, back to square one. Girl dreams, insomnia, the works. It's cumulative stress that's to blame, from work, family and life in general.
Sitting in our flat with the curtains drawn you can hear the city waking up, if you are a seasoned observer as I am you can make a pretty good guess at what time it is from noise alone. The main road noise never completely goes away but rises gently from its night-time low while the trains all start their engines and sit idling from about five o'clock.
I feel a little disappointed to have returned to this position. I could have made this post months ago, I thought I'd moved on from then and conquered the sleeplessness. Time to focus on the good stuff. And make some tea.