This is the time of night I try to either sleep or write, usually with little success. Pacing the floors and checking the locks. twice. Tossing and turning and occasionally hitting a key on my laptop just to keep it from going dormant. Just so that I know that it’s waiting. Nearly strangling in sheets that have twisted into 800 thread count tourniquets. Until the amount of hours left before my alarm dwindles to far too few, and I can hear birds chirping in the dark. Eventually my laptop and I, we spoon until morning. Which always comes to soon.This is the time of night I try to either sleep or write, usually with little success. Pacing the floors and checking the locks. twice. Tossing and turning and occasionally hitting a key on my laptop just to keep it from going dormant. Just so that I know that it’s waiting. Nearly strangling in sheets that have twisted into 800 thread count tourniquets. Until the amount of hours left before my alarm dwindles to far too few, and I can hear birds chirping in the dark. Eventually my laptop and I, we spoon until morning. Which always comes to soon.
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