the inevitable 1 a.m. post
I've always been horrible at keeping a good sleep schedule. I would stay up and watch the late night shows with my mom as a kid; now I stay up far later than her, doing college assignments or scrolling mindlessly or staring into nothingness because I just can't sleep. I'm afraid tonight's the third option, like so many nights recently. My brain just won't turn off.
That's why I'm here, at 1 a.m., writing this post on my phone in bed. I can hear my dad snoring. The nightlight my mom bought me is a bit too bright, but I keep it on anyway because she's gone off too many times about how I sleep in the pitch black dark.
Dawn comes in a few hours. I hate being awake to see it, because it means I'm up too late. I'll try my best to sleep before then. In the meantime, I've got the ever-present rumble of the city to keep me company. It's honestly a bit comforting that cities never sleep, either.