Midnight

Part of being bipolar is having an erratic sleep schedule. Often times I go to bed at six thirty and am up to start my day at midnight. I’ve grown to love midnight. There is a stillness you cannot replicate during any other time of the day. Time stands still. It is my time. It is the population of bipolars time. It is a time when I can dream out loud and carry out my dreams. Tonight I dream about tea parties and chit chat with the best friend I have yet to meet. As I sip my decaf I implore donning a wide brimmed hat and talking in an English accent. Tea for one can be just as heavenly.