Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sleep eluded me again last night, I slept, but awoke way before the roosters crowed. The house was silent as was the windy night air. The crickets chirping was the only sound to be heard. I love the silence of night, the peacefulness it brings. The distant whiz of cars subside as the world falls slowly into slumber.
Then....as quietly as the night slips in....it slips away. Day is breaking, the whizzing of cars can be heard once again. What will the day hold? Drowsy from lack of sleep now, I wonder why in the hell I'm up so early. I hate these in-between hours. Too early to be up, to late to go back to sleep. I feel sluggish, drained, irritable. Why was my mood so uplifting & productive just a few short hours ago?
I always feel like I'm doing something bad, something I shouldn't be doing. Only in those dark days when there was no sleep did I see the nights slip into morning. I'm not necessarily a morning person. I like to slide into wakefullness at my own speed, slowly, gently, later rather than earlier. What to do, what to do.
Already productive from my early rise, I've completed half of my days activities. I'm still being called back to my bed, yet I'm fighting the urge, knowing that will only ruin the morning ahead of me. I sit here yawning, rubbing my eyes....wondering why the hell I'm writing a blog about this....because I can!