Insomnia

Almost 12:30 am, here on the East Coast. And I am wide awake. I needed. Needed. To be asleep two hours ago. Much to do tomorrow.

Sleep is not coming.

I have managed to work myself into a ball of stress. A rarity for me. All I can do is channel surf and try to relax.

No rest for the wicked? I laugh. Despite attempts by more than one person in this life to paint me as a villain, I am amongst the most harmless of God's creatures. Just a voice.

A voice on the wind.

And...tired.