3.01.11
I spend my nights fighting off sleep in what I can only rationally call an attempt not to miss out on the time which people twice my age recall as the best days of their lives.
It’s not something I look forward to or even plan, it just happens.
And each day as the darkness hits me I feel nothing at all. Except maybe a small sense of achievement and an anxious wonder of whether or not I’ll make it ‘til sunrise.
