The night awakens one’s senses.
The room is ever so slightly lit up from the glow of my phone screen. The only sound is that of my husband and I breathing.
Outside I hear the chatter of a tree full of bats, an occasional car drives along the main road- about a kilometer away. The streetlight up the hill over the other side of the park flickers… It’s warm Amber light dancing across the road. The song of several cicadas and crickets echo through the garden.
Otherwise, this is the dead of night. No-one is out, very few people are awake. For all I know, I may be the only person awake within earshot. I dare not call out though, for that would break the unwritten rule of disturbing the peace. This is not a time to be awake, not a time to be active, nor to make one’s presence known.
But sleep is not quite within reach for me yet. My mind is working overtime; my thoughts are loud, bright, piercing, disruptive.
I need to turn off. I need to relax, to recharge. Please. Let. Me. Sleep.
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