Visit Mr.Knowitall to post your own Friday Flash Fifty-Five Fiction! Dog wakes me up at 1am being sick. I sort as Wife sleeps on. Dog wakes up at 2.30am. I sort... Give up on sleeping to fumble for glasses - because you can't stare, if you can't see. Wife moans I've woken her. So now downstairs wondering where did the wild nights of youth go?