In the name of insomnia.

Everything around is so quiet, the silence rules this time. The day is still covered by darkness. There are just few birds singing outside. My body is slow yet. The motion I feel is showing a lack of coordination. There is an instant where I can identify the freedom of time, the lack of pressure. Take my slow body outside the bed. Make the intent of feeding the puppy, he is not eating of course, too early, too late, who knows. Decide to make a coffee, the first of the day. First smell of the day that return me to home is coffee. Prepare the Italian machine and wait for while. The coffee is ready. By this time the birdsongs outside are intensive. I can feel my senses awaken. I feel good.