Write a true story about your nighttime morning routine for NOCTURNAL MORNINGS
I need to wake up at twelve to attend a write-in.
I’m really excited to be around other writers, it’s not something I do often.
I think I can squeeze in a few episodes of my favorite TV show.
My need for cheesy drama, spirited car chases and stolen kisses is gone.
I yawn but doesn’t that just mean you need more oxygen?
I go to the living room and pull a book from one of the many stacks littering the room.
At some point I meant to put the book down, it was just too good.
“One more chapter,” I said but who was I kidding?
This is a nightly occurrence for a nocturnal being, such as me.