Night Time Dislocation

I keep waking up in the middle of the night, not knowing where I am.

Generally I suspect in the dark that I am in some rickety old cottage and generally feel my way around, almost sleepwalking, trying to avoid steps, creaky floorboards and protruding rafters until I reach some kind of light.

Yesterday I was just putting Eloise to sleep and put the book down when I fell asleep and consequently my surroundings were especially unfamiliar. It got into the hallway before things became clearer again.

I suppose that's the consequence of having slept in nine different beds in the last month or so.