Awake
It's nearly 4:00 in the morning. I'm up. It's raining; the fat drops are hitting the skylight like pennies. The thunder is still off in the distance quite a bit, but the wind is starting to pick up and soon, I'm sure, our house will be in the thick of it.
The quiet of the pre-dawn house and the muffled sounds of the storm could be serving to make me feel lonely, but instead I feel content. Happy, even. I love it when it rains. It's almost worth it to be awake for it at four in the morning. The cat, blinking at me through squinted eyes at the sudden appearance of light, might disagree with me.
I don't mind insomnia when it's a novel thing. Calvin and I went to bed at about 10:30 last night, so I got about five hours of sleep before I found myself awake, suddenly. Instead of tossing and turning and bothering him, I decided to (quietly!) grab my laptop and move into the living room with my pillow and a sheet. Oz, asleep on the couch, look rather affronted when I turned the light on. But the words rummaging around in my head must out, so light there must be.
Right now, I am happy. In a few hours Calvin will be up and we will be drinking coffee and reading the paper and conversing about what's going on in the world. I love being on this end of the weekend.
The rain is coming down hard, now.
The quiet of the pre-dawn house and the muffled sounds of the storm could be serving to make me feel lonely, but instead I feel content. Happy, even. I love it when it rains. It's almost worth it to be awake for it at four in the morning. The cat, blinking at me through squinted eyes at the sudden appearance of light, might disagree with me.
I don't mind insomnia when it's a novel thing. Calvin and I went to bed at about 10:30 last night, so I got about five hours of sleep before I found myself awake, suddenly. Instead of tossing and turning and bothering him, I decided to (quietly!) grab my laptop and move into the living room with my pillow and a sheet. Oz, asleep on the couch, look rather affronted when I turned the light on. But the words rummaging around in my head must out, so light there must be.
Right now, I am happy. In a few hours Calvin will be up and we will be drinking coffee and reading the paper and conversing about what's going on in the world. I love being on this end of the weekend.
The rain is coming down hard, now.
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