Sitting here awake at 5am, my mistakes come to haunt me. The whole house is still, except for a dog that moves it’s ear and opens one eye to watch me tip toe out of the bedroom and down the hall. I can’t sleep. My mind is racing with opportunities unfulfilled, roads taken in error, and tasks yet to be done. I tread my way down to the kitchen where the kettle sits idly waiting for my appearance, and meet an old friend, Mr. Earl Grey. We sit together a while, but even he can’t shake the shadows in my mind.
That’s why as a rule, I don’t like to be awake at 5am.