I have a sleeping disorder.
Or rather, I do not have one at all because I fall asleep incredibly easy, but I just do not want to go to bed in the evening. That is how it is.
There is something magical about the lead-up to midnight, a general movement in slow motion where the air gets thinner the closer you get to midnight while everything goes silent. The only thing I imagine is the whisper of my own thoughts. It makes me feel inspired and alert. When I finally force myself to bed long after midnight, I already fantasize about the dawn, the morning rays, the loon’s call over the lake, the icy water and the ground coffee. The mornings crisp calm makes me curious and efficient. So, I shrink the gap between the days…soon there will only be an hour or two left in between.
But daytimes drowsiness becomes more and more noticeable, and I realize that compensation will be required because I will never give up the golden hours. It is worth trading a few noisy daytime hours to sleep in order to protect – the golden hours.
The thin air between worlds.