Before sleep

Today's been one of those. I'm really appreciating the little things today. Like, coming home to my bed and realising its one of the comfiest places in the world. This is a beautiful feeling. Earlier I was thinking: my bed hair clearly looks so much better then when I style it. I didn't particularly run anywhere today. But little things today. Like my bacon and egg sarnie. Like random cuddles with a close mate in the pub. Today its just been nice being alive, in a funny sort of way I'm appreciating it instead of dreading tomorrow, or the next hour. I'm not sure why.
Today I won at something. Pool. Not just a game. Killer pool. Pool played with many people for money. And yeah it was a whole eight quid but I won. I never win at anything. Maybe it was because I was the only sober one in the room. But I don't care.
I feel sick again.
I'm still so tired. Its like a never ending exhaustion.