Insomnia my old friend you never disappoint. You always know when the unwise choice for an evening coffee will require your attention. Oh I suppose I’ll resent your weeknight visit soon enough, but for now, this pre-dawn twilight, the limbo of the night before and the day that will be, makes tomorrow’s fatigue a small price to pay. As the late night sky merges with a faint purple glow, it is a singular moment imbued with the unalterable knowing of what has just come to pass and the exhilarating promise that everything imaginable is still possible. It’s a time to dream and grasp the boundless future with clarity of mind, because as soon as the birds chirp their morning welcome, it’s just another Tuesday with no more chances to sleep, and the knowledge that no amount of coffee will lift the coming fog of sleepy irritation.

Advertisements