Strange Tales of the Night

   Midnight turns a body into a strange creature. And it usually finds me asleep, but there is always the weekends where I spend my nights laughing at everything or hating the world. Last night, I was simply confused when I found myself awake at 12:00am.
  I gone to bed planning to wake up in the morning and make waffles for breakfast. So when my sister woke me up at 12:00am, my first thought was waffles. I reached to the shelf above my bed and pulled down my Bible and notebook so I could do my devotions. Most mornings, I am a little sleepy when I so my devotions, because I do them when I wake up. But this particular time, I found that I was unusually tired. It was hard to focus on what I was reading and then harder still to articulate my thoughts with my pen. After awhile, I looked up at my alarm clock. It was 12:30am, but for some reason the first two numbers did not register in my sleep-hungry brain. I just thought, "I need to make waffles soon." And then I realized I never heard the alarm go off. I pushed down on the alarm button and saw the time I had set my alarm for, and when I released it, it finally hit me that the clock said 12:30, not 6:30.
  So midnight found me a very confused individual. I went ahead and read my Bible, because reading the Bible never hurt anyone, no matter what time it is. Then I went back to sleep and woke up and made waffles six hours later. My mind is still boggled when I think that I woke up at midnight and thought it was morning. Me, Hannah Scott. The girl who values her sleep dearly was trying to live life at midnight.