The Hours

It seems like I don’t really get comfortable until 12 a.m.

That is when I find the documentary I just have to watch on Youtube, or a new writer’s Tumblr to scroll through, or just some internal debating to do. The hour when I should really be asleep (because there’s work in the morning, you know) is the hour that feels most mine. It feels subversive. Of course, I am the one who has to peel myself out of bed in the a.m. anyway but the sluggishness feels worth it in some way.

I got an extra hour or two. I added a few hours to the only time that is fully mine.