How strange nighttime is. Thoughts you usually avoid force themselves into your brain, roll down your cheeks and arrive like hot waves in your chest. You can try to read but not even Vonnegut helps. You can try to sleep but in the dark there are even less distractions. I need more sleep... I do, I do.
Were all the stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .. ..W. H. Auden