I am a night owl, a lone wolf always howling at the midnight moon.
The sun sets as the people do too and Darkness comes to caress the minds of those still holding on to consciousness. Many are plagued, violated by the shadowy tendrils reaching out to stroke the thoughts of the sentient.
However, I embrace Darkness as though I would a lover. Together we maneuver through my mind, no area left untouched, yet every scenario and possibility touched on.
And when the first rays of sun try to peak from around the curtain, I somberly say, "So long," to Darkness and then let Sleep cradle my unconscious mind.
Who else has bad insomnia? And by "bad," I mean being stuck up until 7 in the morning before you can fall asleep.... My body has gotten used to 3 hours of sleep again though (if you don't count running into walls and being unable to construct sentences).