The Sun Rises

It was difficult getting to sleep last night. I was so tired, but I didn't want to be, so I tried to force myself to stay awake.

I remembered part of a dream: I was telling Ryan and Eric about the dance performance I went to, and how I thought that it was the best I had been to, and they talked down to me about it. They shrugged off my opinon and told me the performance was to simplistic and predictable.

It odd that when we go to bed, we can feel so vulnerable. It seems as though when we wake up we should feel comparitively more insecure; we wake up and realize how vulnerable we were when we slept, and that we had no control over our own lives -- anything could have happened. In the morning we should just be thankful we made it through the night to see the sun and to be alive.

I woke up this morning and I felt happy. The sun sort of does that to me.