Using the amazing power of insomnia that very few people rarely talked about. Mainly because it was so obvious…I cannot sleep…pretty much did not need mentioning after the word insomnia was said. Derek had been able to work his way all through Saturday night. He had worked, and worked until the letters before him had began to blur, taking on the quality of alphabet soup as they flowed together.
It was not a fun experience, and with it, Derek had been forced to put his work aside and go for an old standby.
Swimming.
He had swum until his whole body ached. Only then did he pull himself out of the waters and lay next to the pool, catching his breath. As expected, he had not been able to fall asleep afterwards. But he had at least been able to access that calm state that often came if he focused hard enough on blocking out everything that was going on around him. Entering that state was easier to do than normal.
