It’s 4:17am and I am awake. I shouldn’t be. I went to sleep exhausted expecting to sleep through to at least 6:00am. That would be late for me. That would be delightful. But tick tock here I am. I’m wide awake writing to hopefully bring on the sleep. One eye does want to remain closed. And, I don’t blame it.
My right eye is shut and I’m writing this with one eye open but not really seeing. My mind is racing. Tick tock. Tick tock. How is it that my left eye is wude awake. I think I need to have a sit down conversation with it. I need to tell it it’s time for some shut eye. But the way things have been in the world, maybe its best to sleep with one eye open. It can’t hurt, I suppose. Although, it may get tired and my right eye appears to like sleeping. It is the eye by which I can see from less clearly. Makes sense it would want to rest and shut out the world.
I know this might all seem a tad bit strange. Maybe even manic. But we have all had nights like these where our racing minds won’t let us sleep and we start concocting odd little short stories. Or perhaps that’s just me.