After an hour or so of lying awake, waiting for sleep, I came to realise how dehydrated I was… And that I felt quite sick… I’m not sure why I felt sick though… Maybe it’ll always be a mystery, who knows? I’m not entirely sure a quick trip to the bathroom for a drink (hoping the water from the cold tap is clean enough to drink) required as much grace as I employed. I travelled across the landing and back much like a ballet dancer… I guess it helped me to be quiet. Quietly refined. I feel much better now. Odd, huh?