It’s 12:30 a.m. and I can’t sleep. I’m not sure why. I didn’t have any espresso. I did eat an éclair dripping with chocolate from my favorite café. Perhaps that was it. But that was hours ago.
As usually happens when I can’t sleep, my mind started working overtime. Suddenly I felt the need to write. I got my computer and brought it back to bed. All the better to fall into slumber if my writing bores me to death. Continue reading