A tiring sleep
Last night I had a particularly vivid dream that Layla and I had managed to buy the house I was born in, and were in the process of renovating it. (In the dream it was a completely different house, but that didn't seem to matter.)
There was something deeply unsettling about the place - an evil, ghostly presence which rendered me incapable of entering certain parts of it, and I felt I had to keep to myself. We were sleeping in a tent in the garden and I lay awake wondering if we'd done the right thing.
I could barely wake up this morning, and I've spent the rest of the day feeling zonked.
Sleep can be incredibly tiring sometimes.