It us 4:00am, I am not supposed to be up this late. My day has not warranted this type of insomnia. My upset stomach and the sound of the rain gently splattering on my roof should do little to keep me from slumber. Could it be that I fear going to sleep at this late hour? Do I fear this darkness? Maybe I am afraid that this night is the last night and to prove myself wrong, I must wait for daybreak to sleep, just to be safe. My remedy from fear, the only remedy for this late hour that my exhausted mind and throbbing head could conjure is to numb myself with the flickering of lights from the tubes from a small black box. Better yet, I’ll wait for daylight to shine through my blinds.