bedtimes' the hardest

I'm warm, snug, comfortable and tired, so why the hell am i still awake? Why is it that just when your all ready to go to sleep, its at that moment a million things fill your mind, clearly untamed thoughts, almost endless in their possibilities. Why is it now that you choose to worry, to ponder, to disect certain things someone had said to you or regret things you'd done or hadn't done that day, why now, why bedtime? I quite enjoy my sleep and when i brush my teeth, slip into my strawberry covered pjays and hop into bed i expect to be allowed to do just that. Yet here i am drowning in my own thoughts, listening to nothing but them and the silence of the still dark room, the creeks of the ceiling..that doesnt help either, the silence, I fall asleep so much easier when there is wind gushing, rain pouring, thunder booming and lightning striking outside my window, I find it hell soothing. But no, unfortunately winter has decided not to work in my favour tonight. I wonder why when you have problems, its the nights, when your in the comfort of your own bed that feel the hardest. Is it because your completely alone, just you and your thoughts, no distractions and what feels like endless time? It's pretty damn annoying actually, any hurt, pain feels that much worse..guess the whole, 'crying yourself to sleep' notion has to apply sometimes..