Well currently, it’s 3:55 a.m. Close enough.

For others who are snoring, on the bedroom floor, or on the complete opposite side of the bed−I’m jealous. It’s just that, my mind doesn’t want to shut up.

In fact, not only at 4 a.m. specifically, but when the wee hours of the night (well, morning) strikes, and I am still wide awake, my thoughts suddenly become a different entity. I find myself thinking about life in general, analyzing my day, have a completely revolutionary idea, or think about apples. There is no in between. No discrimination. Unicorns, ghost stories, and continuations of interrupted daydreams are also welcome.

But what leaves me infatuated the most is how constant, spontaneous, and authentic my thoughts flow. In fact, this eureka moment of an article happened, you guessed it, I’m supposed to be snuggling with my teddy bear into Neverland.

Eureka. That’s the deal. That’s what it is.

These seemingly absurd ideals are absurd for a reason. Your imagination of your future self at 3:30 a.m. is daring, explosive, and most especially, you. When midnight strikes, you are left alone, it’s just you and your thoughts. The serenity and the seemingly eerie silence is not an opportunity for "The Grudge" to show up on your bedside, but for your enigmatic and spontaneous realizations to manifest. Your creativity, underlying desires, ambitions, and intellectuality are your ghosts−waiting and yearning to be discovered.

Away from the judgmental and ruthless supervision of society, and into the comforts of your safe haven, enveloped and caressed by your blanket, you are free. At last.

For those part-time owls like myself, instead of forcing your eyes shut for hours on end, open them wide. And think. Of anything. Let the effortless magic of perpetual thought present itself, taking you on the most unorthodox journey, into the crevices of your own neglected magic. Such thoughts, however, should not be abandoned by tomorrow; write them down, internalize them, refer to them in the morning to reconsider the promise of your 2:30 dreamer self.

Dream and let dream.

As of right now, I just experienced my 27^th yawn. My body may be telling me something. In articulating my screaming ideas, however, I am able to proceed to my slumber in peace (and maybe some anticipated eye-bags).

Hopefully, dear readers, in the morning, this still makes sense.