Are you human at 4am?

You are comfortable, warm and quick
You get me to Paris on time
But the thought of being on you at 5am
Is making me feel a bit sick.

Holy cow.  5 bloody 20 am tomorrow morning.  That means being picked up at 4.05.  That's just not fair.  That's got to be against some sort of ethical code of practice.  I'm not even sure I am human at that time.  I think I wander sleeplessly around the children's bedroom's at that time, but I don't think other real human beings ever see me. 

I'll be sleeping (which means dribbling) on the train but trying to stay awake for my Eurostar breakfast (which I am rather partial too) and much to my chagrin and in answer to Teawithonesugar's question, no I will not be talking about sex, but something far more mundane (I can't find anything witty to say about I'm afraid).  

I have a cold of the prickly nose, itchy ear variety.  I want to snuggle up under my duvet and just BE ILL.  With the telly on.  And someone making me a plate of sliced cucumber with ham and bringing me Lucozade.  Instead I will be feeling sorry for myself whilst simulaneously trying to act like a grown up. 

It's times like this I need to remember I have the best of both worlds....yes, I'm sure I'll be springing out of bed saying that to myself tomorrow morning.
ps: In case you missed them yesterday prompts for the Little Film Club week 2 (wehey) can be found here.