My bed stared longingly at me and I stared longingly back.
It had been an all too long day and I wanted nothing more than to fall into it. Wrap myself up in its warm confines and fall into a deep and well deserved sleep.
But I couldn’t. There was so much to do. So much to prepare for.
My best friend was getting married in a matter of hours and there was still a million and one things we needed to get sorted.
Trust her to be all last minute. She had always been like this, it was her calling card.
I sat on my chair on the opposite side of my bedroom, weaving flowers in what felt like the millionth centre piece.
Candice had wanted to do everything on budget and of course muggins here had been roped into do 90% of all of the tasks.
My eyes had begun to glaze over and I felt myself droop forward.
A sharp jab from a pin, woke me up.
Right that was it. I was done. Nothing was going to come between me and my sleep. Not even a best friend of 20 years, who I was sure was now fast asleep.
I took a running jump and landed on top of my duvet.
No time to change into PJ’s sleep required me now.