Once again, I am at my laptop in the early hours of the morning. I haven't been in school for 3 weeks and I'm already figuring out how to get through my second all-nighter without crashing onto the table. So far, tea, toast and banana bread have seemed to work. As well, it's pretty cold in my house, so that's another reason I haven't fallen asleep. But with my scarf and two blankets, no idea how much longer that's going to last.
I love these times of the night. It's uncommonly quiet both in my house and out on the street. The road outside, constantly buzzing during the day, is now silent. The other members of my household are also asleep. It seems, at this time of the night, that I'm the only person in this world, well, in this neighbourhood. And given my solitary nature and love of quiet corners (which doesn't necessarily mean I can't be gregarious), I adore this time of night. Perhaps that's why I keep on doing all my work during it.
Actually, that's probably wrong. As much as I love the night, all I want right now is some sleep and rest. But, I guess that'll have to wait.
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1 comment:
haha, it's a bit frightening how familiar that posts seem. I'm glad I've gotten away from that for at least a year now.
Though procrastinating into the wee hours of night was when I used to do my best writing. Most notably, I think, in the mood you've shown here, in the glow of the refridgerator lights:
A humming and the lights are low -
I'm stumbling in this house alone.
Something's trying to cross my skin,
Seeping through, I'll sleep it in.
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