Awake

I’m still awake and when I peer over to my nightstand, my alarm clock reads 2:33. Just so you know, that’s a.m. and not p.m.. Clocks don’t actually say a.m. or p.m. right next to the number. Well, at least my clock doesn’t. 

How do I know it’s a.m.? Well, it’s pitch black outside and there is a small, green neon dot next to the hour, and tiny white letters that say a.m. beside it. 

I wonder what a.m. and p.m. stand for anyway? 

I open my phone and type into Google ‘What do a.m. and p.m. stand for anyway?’

“Ante meridiem and post meridiem,” I read. Apparently it’s latin for before midday and after midday. Go figure. 

Having solved that riddle, I hope my brain will finally quiet down and let me sleep. But alas, I fear not. For immediately after I pray I fall asleep, I get a notification from Instagram. 

I do my best to ignore it but against my better judgement, I open the app and just see it’s some weirdo who’s just started following me. I immediately remove him and close out the app. 

I grab my remote and turn on the television. Not wanting to stay awake and have nightmares, I turn on the Disney+ app and watch the 1950s classic Cinderella for the thousandth time. I already know what's going to happen, but I don’t care. I just like it. Since I’m going to be awake, I might as well enjoy it.

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