By October of the year in question, her sleep problems had become what she would now call insomnia – difficulty going to sleep and staying asleep. By now she was experiencing around three or four nights a week of no sleep, and intermittent sleep the remaining nights. •••Dust and ashes though I am, I sleep the sleep of angels. •••How can I describe this feeling I have when I lie down to sleep and it’s as if I’m falling from a 50-storey building, and there’s nobody, nothing, to catch me? I suppose it isn’t a new association; it’s one I made myself when I wrote that opening line in my novel: I sleep the sleep of angels.

Source: The Guardian December 28, 2019 09:00 UTC