I am an expert in sleep. I know all the theory, I'm just not very good at the practice. Even as a child, I would be tapping on my parents' bedroom door, moaning that I was still awake.At school, I barely slept before any of my exams. Decades on, I still often climb into bed with a sense of dread. My partner will give me a goodnight kiss and then drift off to wherever he drifts off to. I will lie there, stiff as a board and soon fuming with resentment.Hours later, I'll grab a duvet and a pillow and march downstairs to the sofa. 'To sleep,' as Hamlet said, 'perchance to dream'? Chance would be a fine thing.
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