I laid awake with the clock nearing 2 am. I should have been asleep, but my daughters decided that staying in a hotel meant bedtime is no longer relevant (they are mostly right). After finally putting them down, I was in a familiar pre-sleep position with a glowing device in hand, scrolling through Twitter. I reflected on the day that had just unfolded while thoughts manifested externally as a series of sappy tweets fueled by alcohol and euphoria.
It’s not as if I shouldn't have been tired. I hopped out of bed as my alarm sounded the previous morning, something that is always easier when you never even touched your REM cycle.