I don't know why but the thing that I so often crave the most, is the last thing that I want to do at night: sleep. It is the life-force that gets me through the long hours of the day, but yet, so often I refuse to give into its calling. If only schedules worked in such a way that sleep could come when it desired and everything else could work around that. Unfortunately, my sleep has to work around my insane schedule.
During the day, I could probably spend twelve hours in dream land, watching the back of my eyelids as I float perfectly along in a state of unconsciousness. I don't, but I could. Then, when you know 10pm, 11pm, 12 midnight comes along, the last thing I want to do is sleep. My creativity thrives in the late hours of the day. My ideas come alive and I have energy once again. What the heck is up with that?
I know I will regret it in the morning, I know that I will be drowsy for hours on end, but more often than not anymore, I tend to push back my "bedtime." I am in bed at the same time, but the light does not go out until hours later than planned. And then, sleep still evades me as I think about whatever is on my mind. I am just not tired at night. Perhaps I am turning into a nocturnal animal. That would be so strange and not beneficial since most of the world functions during the hours when the sun is shining.
Honestly, I think of the strangest, most creative ideas when it is hours past the time when I should be sleeping. Maybe someday my body will actually get it right.
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