4:46 In Calabasas

I woke up at 4:46am

it wouldn’t be 4:46 in calabasas but the name just popped into my head for some reason. Yknow how sometimes you wake up and feel sick because you didn’t get enough sleep? happens to me often. Usually it’s a 1am/3am sort of ordeal. I think working overnights all these years gorked my sleep schedule. It’s a good time to be awake though, I do a lot of my best work in the earliest hours of the day, there’s just something different. An image flashed in my head when I woke up, half a memory of having someone sleeping next to me. No one specific, maybe an amalgam of all the women I’ve woken up beside, betwixt. I was feeling lonely until a thought response said something about how when the person next to you is asleep, it’s almost like they aren’t there. You don’t have access to the person really, I can’t input the data and get a response that’s worthwhile.

I mean-

Jesus phrase it like a human. I can’t say something and watch them laugh. I don’t get to enjoy their personality when they’re asleep. Maybe little inklings from the gibberish mutterings but, well, anyways.

It’s 5:06am in Chicago.