Ok, so it’s 2:12am and I’m shattered. I’ve been trying to sleep for the past two hours. I can’t do it.
About twenty minutes ago I thought about ghosts. I don’t know why, I don’t know how. I just thought briefly about a ghost. And now I’ve got the willies. I don’t want to turn out the light in case the ghosts get me (!) but I can’t sleep with it on. I realise I’m being totally ridiculous, but I’m home alone and I’ve got the whole “If I scream, no-one’ll come and help me” mentality going on. I’m thinking about writing a story or drawing some pictures. But right now I’m just drinking an ovaltine and looking at cute pictures of ghosts, and hoping these are the sort that’ll ‘get me’. (aww!)