After Midnight

Contrary to what my mother always used to tell me, good things can happen after midnight.
You may know that I am not much of a night person. Basically, I would have no problem being Cinderella because when the clock strikes twelve, I have already been looking for an excuse to go to bed for a half hour.

This has of course, been adjusted now that I am in college and have friends who are most certainly night people. Nowadays, most things happen after midnight regardless of quality. It's just a fact about college. However, that hasn't done anything to change  the point in the night when I start looking for blankets to burrow into.

Despite my stubborn body clock, there are some nights where I push myself to stay alert just a little bit longer so I can do things like drink cups of chamomile tea and eat Twizzlers and talk about the past and talk about the future.

I am a madly sentimental person who treats her friends like deities and wants to cook for every lovely person she meets. I want to love and be loved and laugh so hard that I cry, on a regular basis. I want to sing and tell the truth on a more regular basis.

It may be just after 2:30 in the morning and I may have to get up in a few hours for class but it will always be worth a little extra struggle if I have realizations like this some nights.
I always want to go to bed this tired and this content.

I always want to go to bed smiling.