I wish I was in bed

I wish I was in bed. I could be, of course… I just need to power down my laptop, brush my teeth, kiss Lola goodnight and ascend the stairs. Sounds quite easy, really. But there’s something about sitting in my office in the early hours of the morning that I love.

The window to the garden is open, and there’s a cool breeze hitting the side of my face as I type. It should be colder, but for some reason it isn’t. The night air has a certain quality about it, though… a kind of stillness. Most of the lights in the houses around me are off, and it feels like I’m the only one awake. If I didn’t have a busy day tomorrow, I’d almost like to sit here until the birds start to sing in the morning. But I do have a busy day tomorrow, and an important one. I have the final meeting to secure my first commission, and dark bags under my eyes won’t help, I wouldn’t have thought.

I spoke to S, my son, this evening and we were chatting about his project on Greek Gods and Goddesses that was handed in today (he’s eight). Yesterday, we printed it off and bound it (the binder was one of the first things I bought for the new company, and this is the only time I’ve used it). It looked lovely, with a clear acetate cover on the front and board on the back. I asked what his teacher said when he gave it to her, and he replied that she told him it looked “posh”. I’m not sure if that’s good or not, but it did make me laugh.

Right. Window closed, last cigarette of the day finished… I’m off. Sweet dreams, all.