A few nights ago, I woke up around one in the morning and could not go back to s...

A few nights ago, I woke up around one in the morning and could not go back to sleep.
I stared owl-eyed into the darkness for quite some time; and then I gave up and turned on the light and picked up the book that was on the floor by the bed.
The book was Dickens’ A Christmas Carol; and I was at that point in the tale when the third ghost—all dark robes and ominous finger-pointing—had arrived.
I tell you what: it makes for harrowing reading at two in the morning.
I could feel my chest tight...