Last night I lay awake in my bed, unable to sleep, perhaps because of the large amount of coffee I had foolishly drunk during the day. Tossing and turning didn't help much, as I grew more and more aware of the sounds the ceiling fan made. With some quiet grumbling, I decided to make a trip to the washroom.
In the washroom, while I did my business, I noticed that the window was open and bright light was pouring in from these neon signs outside. I felt deeply annoyed, and then I woke up with a jerk in my bed.
I had actually fallen asleep while waiting for the sleep to come, and my sleeplessness had transitioned so smoothly from my wakefulness to my dream that I never noticed. I was still annoyed at the brightly lit signs, but realising that I was able to sleep earlier brought me calm, and I fell asleep once again.