Why is it when it’s supposedly time for bed is the time my brain gets flooded with random information, urges, memories and ideas?
I remember falling prey to sleepless nights as far back as elementary days. Sometimes I’d read books to keep me company, clean cupboards and drawers, or write in my diary. Other times I just let my mind wander until sleep comes. It usually does come in the wee hours but always I’m quickly awaken. Time for school. These days, it’s time for work.