Late nights

I have a sky light in my bathroom and, if it's a clear night, I can see the stars through it.  I just love that.  Or, during the day, I can watch the clouds drift by.  I know, I know...why wouldn't I just go outside and look up to the sky, right?  Well, perhaps the novelty of being able to see through my ceiling has just not worn off yet.  It's late here and my house is so quiet.  This is when I have the run of the place, as long as I'm quiet.  It's a golden bit of time before I say good-night myself and put today away.  I read my grown-up books and listen to grown-up radio and pour myself a grown-up something, maybe.  But it's strange, you see, because even though I look forward to this quiet time for me, once I get here, my sleeping family keeps sneaking into my thoughts.  What do we have to do tomorrow?  What will she have in her lunch?  What time will he be leaving?  Wait...getting back to me now...now?  I really do love late nights.  I love the quiet way I can revisit the day.  I feel as if I'm a movie director going over the day's work, deciding which moments are keepers and which ones belong on the cutting room floor.  From my vantage point on the night before the next day, I can fit everything into my tomorrow schedule perfectly.  I just know I will breeze through the next day with style and grace, I will be on time, everytime, and will forget nothing.  My child will love me, my sweetheart will adore me, my dog will heel, my friends will wish they were me, I will...Oh my, it is getting late.  Time to sleep.  But first, I will brush my teeth while I take one last look through my skylight.  Sweet dreams.
Woodlandgirl