It's One Minute Past Too Late

Why, oh why can't I give up and go to sleep?

When I was younger, I was the last person to go to sleep at a sleepover. Always. Keeping my eyes propped open with toothpicks almost, "just in case" something exciting were to happen. I still do it to this day.

Like now. It's 1:12 am. But what IF, I go to sleep, I miss something? Like the house down the street explodes and I sleep through the firetrucks? Like my cat decides to start a masterpiece painting on the floor in my bedroom? Like an email comes in telling me that I AM the lucky winner of the "you're up the latest" contest on the internet and I miss the million dollar payoff. (Wait, if I check my spam, I probably have one of those.) Like the moon turns an beautiful irridescent green and I miss the colour washing over the walls in my bedroom.... all cause I was SLEEPING.

Someone please come and physically knock me out. It's one minute past too late....




Flush.