The steam rising from the mouth of the electric kettle betrayed my unconscious resolve: I had been waiting for the water to boil without realizing it, had actually been watching it all the way from 27°C. I had not even the excuse of an open flame for my fascination. A minute later, I was having the cup of tea I had in mind.
It’s not that I want to stay awake; it’s just that I don’t want to sleep.
