Lately I’ve been waking up in the wee hours of the morning thanks to a variety of events including nightmares, pets, barking dogs, loud neighbors, etc. It inspired me to get up, stretch, and type out a few poetic tirades on the interruptions. This week, write about your own experience with the wee hours of the morning—do you sleep right through them and therefore the goings-on outside are a mystery? Are you an early riser who enjoys the first peak at dawn? Either way, there’s a whole world moving while most of us are still sleeping.
Good luck to all who try it, please stop by next week…
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