It’s the time when people should be asleep, washing away the worries of the day and letting Sleep do her task of gently caressing our tired heads in her loving lap. It is time for me to switch it all off- the kitchen light, the whirring fan in the living room where the blare of the TV has filled the tiny space with its flurry of laughs, crimes and drama for the past two hours. I walk past the tiny altar in my home, waiting for the lamp to flicker softly and die out on its own as I pause to bend my head in prayer and gratitude for the day gone by.
Some scattered laundry calls my name as does the smell of freshly bought brown cover for my daughter’s school books as they lie in gentle disarray at the foot of my bed. I pause to think if I should cover one more and I realise that it can wait till tomorrow. Tying my hair up in a bun, I blink and peer into the mirror to check for dark circles, the ones that never really seem to go away, not with all the laughter in the world. Sighing, I tilt my head forward, splash water on my face and turn to switch off the lamp above the sink. The bed beckons, with its warm sheets as the howling wind outside picks up in crescendo to a raging gale now, rattling the window shades and slamming forgotten doors across homes in my building. Shrugging on my robe, I stand by the window and gaze into the pitch black of night, wondering at the souls who lie with no shelter above their heads.
Then, when I should be crawling into bed, I turn and stride into the next room, push my chair back and feel the words flowing out of my heart and head. There’s a need to sleep and a need to say something, all at once. A dam will burst, gushing forth in glory and grace, as I lay my heart out on these blue screens.
And I realise, writing doesn’t follow the earth’s rotational rules. Sometimes, we are just compelled.
I can sleep now.