Hey there, lovely readers! And today we are talking about favourite time of the day.

Late night!

Given my insomnia, my answer shouldn’t surprise anyone.

Late night is my favorite time of the day—well, if I can even call it “day.” When the world settles into slumber, and the stars take center stage, that’s when the magic happens. It’s like the universe is whispering, “Hey, it’s just you and me now.”

As the clock ticks past midnight, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. The chaos of the day has subsided-no office work, no household chores, no responsibilities. I’m left alone with my thoughts and the comforting embrace of my bed. Ah, my bed—the faithful friend that’s been waiting patiently for my return. I can almost hear it sigh with contentment as I sink into its softness.

This “me time” is my sanctuary, my haven of introspection. It’s that moment I eagerly anticipate from the very instant I open my eyes in the morning. Throughout the day, I steal glances at the clock, counting down the hours and minutes until I can retreat into this world of solitude.

But you know, sometimes I wonder if my love for this late-night rendezvous is what keeps my eyes wide open when they should be resting. It’s as if my excitement to be alone with my thoughts is so immense that sleep becomes a mere afterthought. I can almost hear sleep saying, “Hey, I’m here waiting for you!” And I reply with a sheepish grin, “Not yet, my friend. Just a little while longer.”

The night wraps around me like a cozy blanket, granting me the freedom to roam the corridors of my mind. I replay conversations, reflect on the day’s events, and dream up new stories to share. There’s a certain clarity in the stillness, a clarity that often eludes me during the hustle and bustle of daylight.

As I lie there, thoughts swirling and the night embracing me, I can’t help but feel a profound sense of gratitude. Grateful for this sacred “me time” that allows me to recharge, to be fully present with my thoughts and dreams.

So here I am, writing these words in the heart of the night, cherishing every second of this late-night serenity. And perhaps, just perhaps, one day my restless nights will find their rest in the knowledge that this “me time” is here to stay. For now, though, I’ll continue to dance with the stars and converse with my thoughts, embracing the magic that only late nights can bring.

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