unawake but not sleeping

the sun has reached the top of its daily arc across the sky, and now it's just starting to slide downward, back to its bed hidden somewhere below the horizon. i am unrested--heavy lids over dry eyes that spend far too much time open. 5 am was my bedtime--only a few hours of sleep got into me, not nearly enough to get the lethargy out of my bones. so i sit here now, in stained track pants, with poptart crumbs on my eagles hoody and still a mouthful of pepsi left in my glass, and i stare at the air in front of my eyes, allowing my fingers to tapdance across this keyboard, rambling about nothing in particular.

i am nocturnal. the world is not. one of us has to change--no points for guessing who.