The clock is cruel.
3:41 a.m.
Apparently it’s never heard of the saying, “if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all.”
I am awake, craving a protein bar of all things.
However, just when I think I’m too alert to sleep, I look at the screen and find three pages of the letter n. Why n? It’s not even on the home row of keys. I fear the world will never know.
A protein bar waits.