I can’t sleep. It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m turning over in my bed.
I peer outside of my window in the murky gray. That’s the color of smog in the nighttime. I can see fuzzy spots of yellow in the distance, where cranes stand temporarily erected beside new construction projects.
My brain feels clumsy.
It gets like that when I don’t have enough sleep. A million thoughts, ideas, and faces flying through my imagination. Clumsy thoughts.
Probably it’s the jet lag. I just flew into town last night and am dealing with a twelve hour time difference. My body is like a mini van in a formula one car race.
I can’t sleep and it’s 4:30 in the morning.