whispers into the darkness

I am so tired.

I don't know why I don't go to bed. I sort of feel like chatting. I like reaching out and knowing that there are other people there to reach back, mentally anyway, before I go to sleep. Everyone else in my house is already asleep, and it seems silly to wake them up so that I can fulfill some odd need for connection. Probably sillier to hang out online, feeling wistful.

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