midnight weary
I think I understand why some hackneyed poet once called midnight "the witching hour." Not because of any mystical properties associated with the stroke of 12 (turning you back into a pumpkin) but that's when the internal demons that plague insomniacs start to flitter about the night in earnest.
Think the Lunesta commercial, but with the scary creature from "alien" instead of the cute fluttery moth.
I'm a little old to worry about monsters under my bed or alien abductions (things that kept me strategizing through the night to elude capture when I was about 8)
Instead, my demons are disappointingly pedestrian, most of them having to do with never being good enough to measure up to potential employers' requirements or even my own expectations. I know, why worry about what you can't possibly do anything to change in the middle of the night?
Well, if you had a an alien creature with wicked sharp teeth slavering over you, wouldn't you be worried too?
Think the Lunesta commercial, but with the scary creature from "alien" instead of the cute fluttery moth.
I'm a little old to worry about monsters under my bed or alien abductions (things that kept me strategizing through the night to elude capture when I was about 8)
Instead, my demons are disappointingly pedestrian, most of them having to do with never being good enough to measure up to potential employers' requirements or even my own expectations. I know, why worry about what you can't possibly do anything to change in the middle of the night?
Well, if you had a an alien creature with wicked sharp teeth slavering over you, wouldn't you be worried too?