If from where you're standing, you can see the sky above...
I don't want to go to sleep. It's only 12:15. That's rather early for me. Especially for a weekend.
I want to stay up. Want to read a story, draw a picture, watch a movie. Want to play a game or read a book or something.
But I can't stop yawning. Can't understand why I can't manage to keep myself awake enough to write, when I'm (for once) in the mood to.
I've never dreamed of saying this, but damn I hate sleeping sometimes.
And goodnight. I'm off to dream, to let my rarely-poetic mind to itself, if not to paper.
I want to stay up. Want to read a story, draw a picture, watch a movie. Want to play a game or read a book or something.
But I can't stop yawning. Can't understand why I can't manage to keep myself awake enough to write, when I'm (for once) in the mood to.
I've never dreamed of saying this, but damn I hate sleeping sometimes.
And goodnight. I'm off to dream, to let my rarely-poetic mind to itself, if not to paper.