It's 3 AM....Again

I take pains to rise from my bed

without making any noise in the stillness of the night.

I already have tried to coerce

sleep to wrap itself around me

but it has wandered with my random thoughts,

disappearing like a mist or a vapor

into the darkness beyond the corners of my bedroom.

And I try to quietly move into the shadows,

so as not to wake anyone;

turn the knob slowly,

no click

or the dog will hear from across the house

with her super-sonic ears

and alert them all

that an intruder has come.

I am quiet as a mouse;

I slip into the living room and snap the light on

where I am safe to move around.

I grab my Bible and an afgan

and journal to my First Love.

And while it appears I am alone,

there is a whole world of unseen others

looking on,

wondering what took me so long.