Sleepless
Dear Anton Pávlovitch,
I'm not writing to you because you are the author of Uncle Vanya or The Cherry Orchard. I'm writing to you because you are a doctor. Surely there is something you can do for me. It is now 5:42 a.m. and I'm up. In all, I must have slept some ninety minutes or less. Probably less. And I can't be expected to sleep anymore even if I go back to bed. I don't know what to do. I've tried everything, except voodoo. The latest tip I got was getting an excruciatingly boring book and reading it in bed. It didn't work; I have become a sleepless person. Help me, Anton Pavlovitch. Please do.
I'm not writing to you because you are the author of Uncle Vanya or The Cherry Orchard. I'm writing to you because you are a doctor. Surely there is something you can do for me. It is now 5:42 a.m. and I'm up. In all, I must have slept some ninety minutes or less. Probably less. And I can't be expected to sleep anymore even if I go back to bed. I don't know what to do. I've tried everything, except voodoo. The latest tip I got was getting an excruciatingly boring book and reading it in bed. It didn't work; I have become a sleepless person. Help me, Anton Pavlovitch. Please do.