Love it or hate it, Insomnia (with a capital 'I') is like that unwanted companion you had as a child, hanging around with you just on the edge of your life. There was a girl who followed me around, popping up in random places, getting on my nerves. I remember times in the sweet shop. She'd suddenly be there when I was deciding what to buy with my precious pennies. I quickly realised that whatever I decided on, she would have too. So when she asked, I'd say what I was going to have, wait until she'd bought them, and then I'd 'change my mind' and buy something else. ( I wasn't very nice, clearly). Eventually she disappeared.
Her name obviously wasn't Insomnia. That never goes away. Then, through half closed eyes, the morning comes.