The hours before dawn know all my secrets.
1am knows I am brewing my third cup of coffee from since I woke up and that it will not be my last one.
2am sees me trying to keep my eyes open, mind sharp and back straight with my shoulders feeling heavy.
3am hears me singing softly to myself, trying to keep away the loneliness slowly sinking in.
4am feels my rapid heartbeat, struggling to breathe with blurry eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
And I fall asleep.