catching up with my sleeplessness

He seemed to be searching for his lost joys, now as insubstantial as old dreams wisping away as the amnesia of morning grasps them and tears them away up into the light. For a long time he read through his journals and days seemed to pace. In his head the titinus had stopped though he knew as soon as he realized it had stopped it slowly regained it's ringing. He had read only 10% of the population had it. For a moment he felt special that he was in an exclusive club, but that did not last. He looked outside at the gradeur of the trees on the other side of the road, but he knew he could not take a step beyond his open door, so went to bed and watched the strengthening light reaching along the hallway. He heard a plane, like a wish, overhead, and the regularity of the motorbike and the neighbourhood cars going off too work then finally the beeping of refuse lorry backing up. A hush fell then.