Sleeping, eyes wide open

Tonight I listen to the quiet outside my window, letting my fingers tapping on the keys take the stage in this concert of silence. The city is never this quiet, no matter the time of day. When I first got to New York, it disturbed me. I would hear the honks and yelling at 4:00 AM and feel alone in a city of thousands. However, within weeks the songs of the city streets were the comforting lullabies that rocked me to bed. Now that  I'm home again, I'm not quite sure if I find the quiet lonely or comforting. The idea of an entire town being fast asleep is gives me eerie feeling, something I can't shake. 

I turn off the TV to go to bed, and tell myself that the season finale can wait until tomorrow because my sleep is more important, even if it is winter break. It's 3:29 AM. Last night I went to bed past five AM. One would think I would be falling over in exhaustion craving nothing but the warmth of my bed right now. And perhaps I am sleep deprived and in need of a bed. Yet, as soon as I settle down to close my eyes, I am drawn to writing. My body is giving out, but my brain is still on overdrive. I guess this is how it usually happens: late night, not particularly sleepy, and a little bit of inspiration.
The past few weeks home have been a blur. Half the time I'm complaining that I miss my college friends and that winter break is too long in a town with nothing to do. The other half of the time I'm getting used to the comfortable, mundane routine of sleeping all day and staying up all night, doing nothing but seeing old friends and watching good TV. My mind has drifted away for a while, and frankly, it feels nice. The thought of classes, work, professors, and the hustle bustle of my new home, has me shrinking deeper and deeper into the mass of pillows on my queen size bed at home.
I guess I should savour the last two weeks while I have them, because like any other college student, I will undoubtably begging for time off once the semester begins.

I promised myself I wouldn't complain on this blog, and already I've begun ramble about insignificant details. Maybe another day I'll have something more interesting to say. In the mean time, my bed is calling me. It's looking quite comfortable tonight.