Insomniac

April 27, 2006

3:19 am

It is in the wee hours of the morning, if you manage to muster the energy to keep your brain functioning, that you find your imagination working in overdrive…

The simple rustling of maple leaves caused by a sudden gust of air could be as bizarre as the grunt of a sleeping giant whose popping out in your head reminded you of the meeting you have with The Boss-with-a-troll’s-nose later this morning…

And I don’t want to write anymore.

3:25 am