Saturday.

last nights shadows were blue and harsh. the night was robbed of its darkness and the light shining into the room painted strange figures on the wall. I tried to lie still. not to move. to let my body sink back into dreamland, but the presence of the moonlight made me restless. i can feel the fingerprints of the nightly hours on my skin and  my eyes. They ache from all the various imprints and the thoughts are caught in a blue basket. the passage into the white morning light was relaxing and sleep finally hit me hard. These are nights not made for rest.