It’s 2:34 AM and I am being entertained by online discussions about the world’s end a.k.a. Rapture. There are pretty strong opinions over a topic that should burn itself out by the end of today. There are also very staunch supporters who are going as far as stocking up on groceries and supplies. On the other hand, some deliberately avoid the topic and waddle into celebrity chatter including Rosie Perez’s lawsuit and Janice Dickinson’s teeth.
The best one tonight is an endorsement of the late Matti Stepanek’s story as written by her mother Jeni.
Strange how my thoughts wander at this hour, but the darkness of night usually brings out creative juices like no other time of the day. I look at art with more clarity, absent preconception and bias. I see colors brighter, tighter and with greater harmony. Words sing to me, lull me but sometimes also charge at me with the strength of the writer’s passion. There is no better time to work at my pearl jewelry than at this time of the night when I think fast and move fast until the need to slow down start to slow me down.
3:40 AM I labor on and wonder when I could start enjoying sleep once more. I am constantly being reprimanded about the repercussions of sleep deprivation, so I wonder if I should check myself into a sleep clinic. There are a number of those here in Dallas. But then again, my problem is simply very bad sleep hygiene; nothing like sleep apnea that requires more serious attention. So I should, perhaps, check myself into a hotel in say, the Caribbean, instead. Captain Jack Sparrow would approve.
I am almost done … but dreams are starting to invade my consciousness. I guess I should take my fingers off the keyboard and drag myself to bed once more. This is a rapture that I call sleep.
