It's 4:24am. I didn't go out tonight, so there really should be no reason I'm up right now. But oddly enough, I'm finding it a bit arduous to fall into a deep slumber tonight, something that usually comes to me without announcement on most nights. 4:40am. So without much thought, I decide to grab my laptop which is currently playing some very placid songs, start my Internet and type blogger.com. It's my favorite form of therapy. Yes, drinking, writing and listening to soulful music - the best method of unwinding - for me at least.
5:01 am. I'm clearly taking breaks as I write, hence the gaps in time. As my fingers stroke the keyboard, I can't help but to look over my shoulder, and make sure I am not interrupting his obvious quiescence. Or maybe I should deliberately and indirectly intrude. After all, he interrupts my dormancy most of the time. Although it's with dreams of rapture, it's still a disruption nonetheless. However, his sound breathing makes me quickly dismiss the thought of intrusion. I'll just continue to write aimlessly.
My apologies for not having anything specific to say, as I am just writing to put myself in a calm state of mind, so that maybe, I'll be able fall asleep before getting up to make breakfast for my daughter. It's not like I don't have shit on my mind, I do. But if I start writing now, then next thing I'll hear is "Mommy..." Anyway, I need to finish my Christmas shopping this weekend too. Every year I tell myself I'm gonna start early - clearly that doesn't hold true.
5:32am. Now that my playlist has concluded, my P I E C E S will too. I notice I don't blog much on the weekends. So if I don't speak to you until Monday, enjoy your weekends.
Good night everyone ... or should I say good morning.
Peggy
