Sunday, December 28
Strange thing, to be afraid of going to bed. When Gini's not home -- a rare situation, fortunately -- I note a reluctance to get in bed. It's 2am and I write this on the old, "broken" bedroom TiBook, a distraction strategy to avoid balancing on the fulcrum between sleeping and waking. I fear lying here sleepless. Trains of thought might take me to dreadful destinations, so I linger on the platform. Keep me safe from bondage, shackled by chains of thought.