The one where ...

Jun 16, 2009 03:18

stormshaman and I are up at past 3 a.m. Eastern.

I remember in adolescence being up at this hour, alone in the tropical predrawn except for the buffos and whatever other wildlife gathered in the hedges.

Then, it was a flaw and a curse. I was up because I was up to no good, or I was up because I couldn't lie down.

Now, I am up because I have chosen to stay upright. I'm checking in on the world. I'm supervising sleep. I'm the sentinel of the night. Or I'm just too damn wired from post-medial coffee.

Anyway, it's my choice. I sleep on the sofa if I want to, or stay up in the middle of the night, eating too much garlic bread and drinking too much beer.

It's prosaic, but it's the life I waited 20-some years to achieve.

I had no dreams of glory. I just wanted to go to bed when I pleased.

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