It is almost midnight.
Could hardly sleep a wink—inner nocturnal animal surfacing again after much repression due to arduously early work schedule.
I honestly do not get how people get themselves up this early.
Aside from maybe, impeccable discipline (I’m still working on mine, I’m still so juvenile!), I’m guessing eagerness to work plays a rather tremendous part in it…?
Can imagine self waking up at 4 A.M (yuch, gag) to the sound of chirping birds, squirrels, deer, elk, turtles, and mice—to a scenario ripped out of a stupid Cinderella storybook—sitting up in bed and raising arms in the air in gleeful manner to stretch.
Happy work day! Bursting with enthusiasm—like bright orange and yellow paint balls against a white canvas—exploding color and splattering excitement! Rah! Rah! Rah!
“AhhhAAAahhhhAAAAahhhhAAAAahhhhAAAAAahhh….” I would trill to the birdies and the rodents.
They would fetch me my bath water and fix my beddings and cook me breakfast and clean my house.
“Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!” they would respond, and fly in heart-shaped circles around my head, while I brush my messy hair, sighing dreamily.
I would then burst into song, and sing about things of my true heart’s desire, and leap and twirl and dance around the room.
Fuck it. Will light cigarette and fall back to sleep. It’s only 4 A.M.
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