Couldn't get to sleep 'till after midnight last night. Then awoke again at 4:A.M. Lay there; conscious but stilled, until five. In that hour my entire body became a dormant mass of nerves and signals. Self aware as only the small hours can make me. A murder of minor annoyances that would normally go unnoticed during the day, bristled to abrupt. Immediate. Paramount.
Parched lips slightly parted, tongue dry from the empty mason-jar at my bedside. Wondering and weathering at my (minor?) neurosis. Finally, I get up and one-by-one remedy/silence each cerebral nuisance.
I lay back down. Still nothing.
Sometime after six my brain lulls to a semi-doze. I drift at the door to the Dreamlands, where the oceans are wistful and carrying; but my mind still awake enough influence the direction of the sails. I fill them with winds that prove both as pleasing as they are odd, and awkward in their dance of subconcious and then *WHAM*
0640 and time to get dressed...