Late Or Early?

I look up from my book to check the time.

I shouldn’t still be reading at 3:00 AM, but if I turned out the light and tried to sleep, I would only toss and turn. I’d obsess about things I can’t change, get myself all stirred up, and not fall asleep until dawn’s first light began painting the sky.

At least reading accomplishes something.

Of course, I could write instead. Perhaps I could work through some of the angst that keeps me awake until the early hours.

Nah, I had insomnia even before I had angst. Maybe one more chapter…