It's (far too) early. My sense of responsibility made it hard to sleep last night, snapping awake constantly in anticipation of the alarm this morning that meant that I had something briefly to do. It only took a few moments, but it took over my night.
I'm not very good at sleeping.
I walked through the French Quarter and saw people unloading trucks to fill shelves at grocery stores and freezers in restaurants. I saw them delivering cases to replenish what we drank last night.
I walked the uneven sidewalks and heard the sounds of cheerful morning conversation, the radios playing news stories and talking about the weather. I heard doors and gates opening and closing as the rest of the world went to work and I went home to try and go back to sleep.
I laid in bed for half and hour but I could still hear these things and so i gave up trying, because I'm not very good at sleeping.
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