From up above, in a plane passing over, you’d just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while.
Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride

It’s 6:46am

The sun is rising.

Birds are singing.

And I have been up all night reading. Man, it has been years since I’ve done this. Though I think it’s fitting that I picked Along For the Ride to be nocturnal for.

I am just completely screwing up my sleep schedule. And I have to work days next week.

But still, I like my choices.