Sleep

Night. It's magical. It's reckless. Nothing good ever happens after midnight. Right? Wrong? I can't decide. All I know is that I have to find ways to pass the lonely hours that linger until my eyes can take it no longer. That familiar exhaustion that creeps up on you, weighing heavily on your lids. They flutter trying to stay open and your head drops before quickly bobbing back up. "I'm still up." It's like falling asleep in class, but this time there's no teacher to glare at you with her unnaturally menacing eyes. I thought only cats and monsters had yellow eyes.

Sleep is coming up quickly, quietly. Tiptoeing into your bedroom and lurking in the shadows. Before you know it, he's climbing onto your bed and crawling under your covers. He's warm and comforting. Your head does that bobbing and bouncing thing a couple more times. Your legs even twitch, spazz. But it's okay because you were saving yourself from your imaginary fall. You jolt back awake, but only for another minute or less. Sleep reaches his hand over your eyes, closing your eyelids and then he strokes your hair. Relaxed. Relieved. Sleep.


This is a test post. Normally I wouldn't take the time to describe falling asleep, but instead talk about all of the things I shouldn't be doing. This blog will serve as a diary. An archive for my night time adventures. Who needs sleep when there's so many other things to do? Can I get a hoot hoot?

Because this blog is meant to be read in the late/early hours (depending on how you look at it) and is meant for my fellow insomniacs, I refuse to say sleep well (I'm assuming most readers don't/won't sleep). So instead I will sign off with...

Stay up well. (We'll see if that sticks...).