The thing about insomnia is you feel like you have no control over it. One minute you're in the "arms of Morpheus" [more on this in a moment] and the next you're wide awake, ready to face the day, but then you look at the clock and realize you still have 3 hours to go before the alarm is going to explode.
Frank and I were reading The Hardy Boys' mystery #7 and the character Frank Hardy used this term for sleeping..."in the arms of Morpheus". Apparently Morpheus was the Greek god of dreams and the drug morphine derives it's name from his. I didn't explain all this to Frank, only that it meant they were sleeping. The book is a bit over his head as far as vocabulary goes ('scrutinize', 'rhetorically', and some others), but he's following the story and enjoying it. I have some more DSA books coming from the Scholastic Book Club at school.
Okay, I'm going to try and go back to sleep.
Oh, and I don't understand why this post says 11:28 p.m. because it's actually 2:40 a.m.