I was just laying there, in bed, and I knew it was late. I could just make out the distant whistle of the Norfolk Southern over the moderately loud crickets outside my open bedroom window. The cold and damp breeze from the window slithering over my bare legs gave me the feeling of being in a graveyard at midnight.
Just a moment ago I was sound asleep dreaming a nice dream though now I can't remember what it was about. The crickets must have woken me up. I can still hear the train whistle now and again. Out here in the country there aren't many roads it crosses. But, within a few miles of my home there at least three places where the engineer must sound the whistle.
If I stretch my neck up a little I can see the clock. I bet it's only 3 am. Yep, I was close. I'll never get back to sleep now. I have to get up in two hours and get ready for work. What a bummer. Let's see, I fell asleep around 9 pm and it's nearly 3 am now. That's about 6 hours. I think I can handle a day on only 6 hours of sleep. I've done it before but I'm not 30 any more.
I'll put on some coffee, grab a guitar off the wall and strum a few chords for a couple of hours with a coffee break or two in there for good measure. I've done this lots of times. It'll be time to get moving soon enough. I'll just enjoy the peace and quiet.