The Witching Hour

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I once tried to read The Witching Hour by Anne Rice. I got scared and never even got halfway through. The witching hour is 3am. I still don’t know why they call it that. But I saw a movie once where they attacked an army base at 3am because someone in that movie said that at 3am the human body is at its lowest ebb.

It’s a quarter to three in the morning, why the hell am I wide awake?

I would give anything to be sound asleep right now. I suppose the hurt and frustration is keeping me up. I’d rather not get into it. I probably should, but I really don’t feel like it. I’m so tired I just want to sleep. I tossed and turned for the last half hour to no avail.

I’m wide awake and yet my mind is blank and mostly cold. Is this numbness? For a moment I felt like crying but the tears never came. So now I am left with a heavy heart and a head that refuses to sleep.

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