Waking up at 3 am isn't nearly as romantic as I'd thought. You read about it, like you're doing now. You see it in movies and TV. But it's not all watching the sun and sleepily doing fun shit. It's awaking in a haze, turning to look and realize it's still dark. The clock reads 3: 30. Right? But then it reads 3: 45. And 3: 50. So you sit up, confused, and notice you can see. Your contact lenses are still in. Which means your eyeliner is still on. You reach over, guzzling some of that 2 day old Diet Coke that tastes sweet and caffeinated and delicious, even though you surely won't be able to fall asleep again. You're hot. So hot. Why? You don't know. Everything is blurry even though you can see. There are things you didn't do. Shit. But you can't do them now. You're hot, tired and awake yet asleep. So you return to your moderately comfortable bed. And when you wake up for real, you can't tell what's real and what was a dream.