One of these crazy old nights
Its one of those nights, the ones where you can't sleep and you've got work in the morning. I hate those nights. They sort of remind me of being a child on holiday. I'd stay up all night, alone while everyone else slept. sometimes I'd read in the bathroom, or wander the hotel hallways. It was comforting then, no pressures, no responsibilites.. no wondering at the motives of others, or at your own. what was was. At last you'd fall asleep betweeen clean sheets, in a room that wasn't yours but which felt familier, in a world where the hot water never ran out and food was but a phone call away.