A letter to Insomnia

Dear Insomnia,

I just wanted to let you know how I felt about you.
I don't like you all that much truth be told, I far prefer your sibling Sleep. However you do always come with interesting gifts to give and things to share.
Its is 3 am and I am sitting here trying to decipher how my plant feels about being re-potted today. I have decided the plant is unsure about it's new home and surroundings, doesn't really care for this new, clean soil and is really just trying to make the best out of it. Because of you , Insomnia, I am treated to the pleasure of watching my dog sleep on the sofa next to me and twitch and growl at dream cats. She is softly barking at them now. Another gift from you, Insomnia, is listening to the sleep talk of my partner in the bedroom, at no other time would I have the chance to hear such gems as  "Piano Lobster!!" or "Why are you eating my shoes?"
I see people that are not there because of you ,Insomnia, and I am convinced that the man in the building across the alley is watching me from his darkened window...and that is a little creepy. Really though Insomnia, I think the thing that irritates me about you is that I never have anything good to do when you come visit, which is pretty often. I would be much happier to see you if I had a large canvas and some paints or something like that, but I don't ... what kind of art do you think you could create with some ketchup and mustard from the fridge? Also, this song never sounds as good as it does in the wee hours of the sleep deprived morning with imaginary people dancing in my peripheral vision and for that I thank you.

Sincerely yours,

MsJinxx