At 4:00 a.m.
It's 4:00 a.m. A jolt from a buzzing phone sends adrenaline through me like the rushing water of Niagara Falls. Answering the call and hearing the sound of a smoke alarm in the background feels like going over the falls in an old barrel. False alarm. The calm after the storm doesn't set in until hours later. A fresh pot of coffee, my laptop, and my racing imagination seek solace in the comfort of my writing space. Exhaustion fall upon me later in the day when I least expect it. For now, it is me and a wonderfully quiet world. Write on till next time.💙📚
