The Darkest Hour is Just Before Bed

Sometimes planning is an unnecessary step

someone who is NOT panicking about work while trying to fall asleep

Each night before I go to sleep, as I lie in bed, cuddled up with the stuffed tiger my parents bought me at some stage in my childhood (my sister Beatrice has one too. Hers is a cheetah, a fact that didn’t get in the way of her calling it Tigey; I, being six years younger than her and very original, called mine Tigey, too. Now that I’m older, I like that we each have a Tigey, even though I’m still embarrassed at how blatantly I used to copy her), I think about writing.