Nocturnal

It's really sort of deceptive when I complain about the nights I'm up and down with insomnia. I make it sound as if it's awful not being able to sleep, and I suppose it is the following day when I'm so tired I can't get much done. But in truth, I love the silence of the night. It's sort of like being stranded in a space station; the continual hum of solitude soothes my soul. Even watching old television shows are better. It's as if no one else in the world is watching 'em but me. I suppose that's why I've always had trouble with a day job; during the daylight, I'm tired, weak and long for the night when the world is mine.