Waking Up At Three

Waking up at three in the morning is the weirdest experience,

There is an orange haze around everything,

It’s a different world, there are no people, and there is not any judgment,

The strangest thing happens at three in morning,

Even though the physical world feels frozen,

Life goes on,

Traffic lights still change,

Ducks still quack in the lake,

Exit signs still glow for empty buildings,

Time still moves on,

But it’s still an unescapable haze,

You know you should be asleep,

You can hear every sound that seems to escape unknown vessels,

You wish you could be asleep,

To escape the spreading jell that surrounds every object,

Sleep is inevitable, you just lay there staring at the ceiling,

The ceiling that gets closer with every beat of your heart,

You try to just relax but it’s already four in the morning, and a red haze fills the air,

Check twitter one more time, maybe someone else is experiencing the same thing as you,

Its five in the morning, a purple energy floods the world,

Things start to wake up,

The sun makes its first kiss to the sky,

And a new day begins.