Reluctance

[butterflydreaming]

I've been getting to bed late most nights for the past week. Nothing amazing need be going on. I'm just reluctant to go to sleep, even when tired. I'll dawdle online; I'll get into bed but read for another hour. Right now, I'm thinking about making soup for tomorrow... something I meant to do a couple of hours ago when I first got home.

I like the night. It's getting dark in that velvety way, now that we are in autumn.

In the morning, again I will think, "Why didn't I go to sleep sooner?"