Writing while sleepy

The pleasures of daylight savings time…I slept in late today and my toddler did too. Still, we struggled to get to bed at a decent hour (meaning: leaving me conscious enough to sit down and write).

Nevertheless, I am conscious. My hands are moving, fingers typing. I sit in front of the computer, eyes glazing over, writing words that are too lyrical; they’re not moving forward. There is no story.

Time and clocks — my mortal enemies — you win this round.

Or maybe I do.

Sleep is mine.