a ~ For I have known them all already, known them all / Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I am the only person awake in the entire world.

Or at least the entire house. This happens not often but often enough that I know what to do. Get out of the bed, wander downstairs, make a cup of tea, check email. Soon I will feel sleepy and I’ll go back for a quick two hours of dead sleep and waken decidedly not refreshed. The day will be – difficult. Like I have sticky bubble gum on my feet and everyone in the room but me is speaking Norwegian.

When B woke me an hour or so ago to ask “Is this day still Halloween?” I told him no, this day is the day after Halloween. All Soul’s Day. All of you dead out there, I nod my respects. And envy your ability to sleep just a teeny bit.

For a week B has been asking, “Is today Halloween?” And I say “No, next Wednesday is Halloween.” And he says, “Is next Wednesday tomorrow?” And I say “No, next Wednesday is in four days” or three, or two. “And then he says, “What does tomorrow mean?” and I try my best to explain it but he’s very particular about how things like tomorrow and yesterday and next week are explained and so far I haven’t hit on a decent technique, apparently, because those conversations usually end in tears, both his and mine.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

Do you ever feel like you’ve written all the interesting bits down already and all that’s left is druck?

Oh, 3 in the morning. You are a cruel time of day.

Right. Back to bed.

About andi

Writer, editor, wrangler of small boys and dogs.

3 comments

  1. Yes, oh yes. And I was awake in the middle of the night last night, too. We should start a middle-of-the-night writing group. Or maybe that’s a bad idea…

  2. Cynthia Brosnan

    I was up at 4am last night – I stay in bed with my Kindle set on the lowest light with the black background and read til my eyes are heavy and stinging.
    The hardest thing for the little ones to understand about tomorrow and next week and yesterday is that it is always shifting to the next… Sort of like walking: each step leads to the next and the next and then a block and then a mile.

  3. Hmmm, sounds like we’ll have lots of people in our Writers Awake Writing Group! Hope you are all getting the coffee and tea you need today….

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