Night woes

That time of the night, when silence eases itself around you. 

The light hum of ac is audible and calming, and there's nothing but a dreary expanse of muted night to sleep through.

 

Sleep through an entire night! An entire night, shrouded in deepest colour of ink, and at your disposal. 

Sleep is the farthest thing from my mind, though nearest things at hand.

My unadorned modest bed, is an amorous slut at night.

I'm awake in the crannies of www, peeking through small slits and tiny holes in virtual walls; Some I pry open, and some have sealed shut for the night.

Almost that time of the night again, when nothing good ever happens. It's the dead hour, the dull hour, the time when night gives up being overly dramatic about its darkness.

Should I give in to my dreams or stay up for a few more nightmares? 

Tousle my sheets, or slumber in nightly coma?

Sleeping is a good option, but staying awake feels better sometimes.