1:30am and I’m listening to the click click click of the clock. I close my eyes and my mind races, seeing my thoughts as if I were paging through a novel. I hope sleep will find me on the couch below, well before the crazy hour I am set to get up. It is so still and so quiet in the dead of the night. An occasional hum of —wait, that’s snoring from above. Spread your magic dust oh faries of the night. Let me grab my 40 winks.