sleepless night

It's three am and I can't sleep.  My alarm in set to eight twenty; class at nine thirty.  But not sleeping at all doesn't seem bad at all, seems kind of adventurous.  What is worse, and what will probably happen, is that I will fall asleep my about four thirty, and be very sleepy when that alarm rings.

These nights are a species of their own.  It's all dark.  I never turn on the light, unless I really decide to read.  But it's just the computer screen.  Cat rolled up by my side on the bed.  Charming cold breeze climbing in through the window above the pillow.  The ticking of the clock, as the night goes by.  Strange, I can't think of the clock ticking, without thinking of life passing by.

It would be comfortable, this night, had I only been more alone.  I am thirsty, but my water bottle is empty, and I will wake someone up if I go to fill it up.  I could go out for a cigarette, but again.  I could smoke on the roof if the cigarettes were not downstairs.  What else; eat?  But eating is to keen on reality for a mysterios night like this.

Why is it that I am not sleeping.  I am tired of facebook, nothing happens there anyways.  I can't find any adventures online.  Before trying to sleep I had a conversation.  Strange, half good and half bad.  But I don't think it has anything to do with the not sleeping.  Such a tiring day, maybe when you get too tired you can't sleep.

I would rather not be here right now.  Somewhere else.  Although I would like this night.  Wherever I go and who ever I see I would like this night to come with me.  With the breeze and the dark, and maybe the cat, but not the ticking.  No, not the ticking.  The breeze and the dark and the cat, but not the ticking.