Into the half light, another velvet morning for me, yeah.

I suffered an uncomfortable night's sleep.

I woke up to my radio alarm playing Gnarls Barkley, lay there for a while with a smile on my face whilst soaking up the driving bassline and thumping beat. I had every intention of getting up, jumping in the shower, donning my combats and a t-shirt before tackling the tasks for the day.
The next time my eyes opened, the clock has moved forward an hour, Faithless was on the radio and my smile had turned to a frustrated frown.

A few days ago, I woke up feeling all twisted. Evidence of a restless night being proven by waking up almost sideways in the bed, my quilt cover scrunched up in an untidy mound only covering the lower half of my body and the throw I have on top of the quilt had somehow found it's way to the other side of the room.
A twisted pain in my left side, presumably from sleeping in a weird position, left me with a feeling of being repeatedly punched by several people wearing boxing gloves during the night. It was both painful and annoying and I probably wouldn't have minded so much had it been a result of some acrobatic sex during the night, but unless during my restless sleeping, my hands took a mind of their own and launched into a marathon wanking session, I can only put it down to the fact that just lately....I'm not sleeping very well.

Last night, I found myself waking up frequently because I felt so uncomfortable. I shuffled, shifted, tossed and turned, desperately trying to find a comfy position to drift back off to sleep, only to wake up a few moments later with the same predicament.
My bed is comfortable, my quilt and sheets are soft and my pillows are the kind that let your head sink right into them, so how come I struggled to get into my usual peaceful position and drift off until morning?
Quite simply, my dick.
For some reason (and I can't recall any sexy dreams), my dick decided to launch itself into 'stiffy mode' and no amount of reasoning with it, or trying to think of things like this could convince the bugger to play dead.

Ok, so I can understand that girls may not have such an easy life either, with their tits being something that perhaps makes going to sleep on your front a little, erm....awkward. Although of course, this is speculation on my part as I'm not yet the owner of a pair of 'man boobs' and presumably the bigger the chest, the more problems they provide. That said though, surely nothing can provide more discomfort than an erection that just wont take no for an answer and seems to go out of it's way to make anything other than lying on your back bearable.

Maybe I'm just a fussy sleeper. I've never been aware of that before and perhaps I should succumb to wearing a sports jock strap in bed from now on, to keep everything in it's place.