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I always sleep on my right side, resting my weary head on my right arm, possibly with one slender pillow interposed. Elephant god, spooned in behind, perhaps with left leg hooked over mine, is perfect.
I lie there writing the first chapter of one of several unwritten books in my head (unless thinking rude thoughts about Sax). I don't mind lights on but I don't like noise. Even in the depths of winter, I like to have some fresh air coming in from an open window.
If I can't get to sleep, I get up and read for a while and then go back to bed later. I got that from a radio programme years ago where some psychologist said you should maintain the association in your mind between putting your head on the pillow and drifting off to sleep at all costs. If you lie there, tossing (thinking about Sax again, sorry) and turning too often, you begin to think of bed as a place to lie awake rather than to be used for peaceful slumber.
I always have a book on the go for encouragement of sleep. Seldom manage to finish a chapter before the words blur. Harry Potter V, however, kept me up all night and should be avoided as a hypnotic aid. |
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