Flashtober, 2026

Night

I’m too tired for the witching hour. It’s a shame because it used to be mine. Late night snacks, puzzles, and books. Stolen moments staying up too late and then waking up on time the next day.

I can’t do that so well anymore.

It’s never the same in the daytime. There’s always a deadline, and no sleep in between it. Stolen moments aren’t quite so stolen.

I love my routine and my sleep and my coffee. I love waking up in time to make food. But life’s gotten too old for me.

And I still miss the witching hour.