There's something about 4am. Something...beautiful and stimulating and rare.
This particular 4am is extra wonderful for being slightly drizzly (a downpour would be much better...but this is still nice) and for the air being a sweet, refreshing 67 degrees.
I woke up to the cool air gently brushing over my skin, giving me goosebumps.
Except for the sounds of songbirds, the rain, rustling foliage, and my neighbors' central air units, (which reeeeaaally don't need to be on. sigh.) it is blissfully quiet.
Forcing myself to be a Day Person hasn't been without difficulty. I miss my dark, slightly chilled, quiet nights. I miss seeing the mornings from the other side - from dark to light - rather than by being rudely awakened by the tugging sunbeams. I don't like the fact that once the sun sets, once I actually feel awake and alive again, I must force myself to sleep with the guidance of a little round pill.
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