I went to bed early last night, before ten. I felt tired, so why not?
I woke up around three. The windows around my bed were open. I meant for this to happen. The weather has finally gotten warm enough for me to do this. I like cool air coming through my living space when I’m asleep.
After I woke up, I went to the bathroom, then got back into bed. When I did, I noticed the birds were signing outside.
This was three in the morning. Why were they singing then? I always thought birds sang when the sun was coming up.
I don’t think I ever went back to sleep. I remember those birds singing around four, then around four thirty, they suddenly stopped. They all stopped, all at once.
Around six o’clock, still awake, I decided to just get out of bed. My windows, of course, were still open and the birds were singing. The sun would be coming up soon. That’s when I expect those birds to be singing.
I don’t think I was dreaming about those birds signing at three in the morning or at four or at four thirty. I don’t know how to wrap this post up except to say I’ll stay up later tonight and try not to wake up until sunrise tomorrow morning. I want to think that’s when the birds wake up too.