Night.
The time for sleep.
Supposedly.
Not for me.
For me it is a time to sit.
And sit.
and sit.
You get alot of time to think.
About what you did that day.
What you are going to do the next.
Hour after hour of tossing and turning.
Sometimes coming close to sleep.
But never reaching it.
You think about a lot of things.
Past Conversations.
Future ones.
On occasion these things haunt you.
Ruining any chance of sleep.
That you might have once had.
So here it is.
Night again.
What will I think about tonight?
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