Northwest Import

There There Again

To often do I find myself not going to bed when I should. I really can’t figure out why I don’t hit the hay when I’m tired. Am I afraid of being old? Perhaps I’m nervous of becoming that person that can’t handle being up past 10:30 because I get up so early. Why do I fight that battle against the sheets. Falling asleep on the hot pleather couch does not bring any comfort … it simply displays the opportunity the wake up there at 5 am and peel my skin from the suction of fake leather. Good night.