Signs of growing insanity.
I cannot sleep at night. I cannot sleep unless the clock ominously strikes four like in a clichéd horror movie running an hour late from stipulated 3 o clock myths.
So, at 4.17 in the morning, my head buzzing with two (or three, one was a rewatch) incredible, and absolutely polar opposite movies
Inside out, Mulan, and then source code, if you must know. (Yes, in that order.)
I finally decided I should sleep.
I puffed up my pillow, brushed the bed of imaginary dust.
Then, cool as you please, I carefully applied lip balm on my lips, exactly like I would before going out.
Then I justified it to myself without missing a beat,
I’m getting ready for the man of my dreams.
I am hilarious, or delirious.
Good night world, or morning.