waking up in the evening/night is so darkly dreamy, your time is acting so limited and endless. it's creepily serene, you're alone and awake with the knowledge that you won't be disturbed for a while. you enter Sleebdy... mode, tired but rested, undisturbed for hours in the dark, your room luminated by the glow of lights outside, peeking through your curtains and the bright light of your phone.
unfinished work or snacks left out, teeth unbrushed, awoken in a not quite right sleep position, drool on your face and indent marks left by the sheets and day clothes you fell asleep in. hair undone, throat dry, the lingering reminder that something isn't finished.
it's dark and quiet, still. the moon and stars have rolled in, lights in windows off, you stare outside, in need for weak stimulation that isn't from a device. sinking back into your bed, you read and watch for hours or maybe just a few minutes, you won't know the difference until you check the clock. the covers are so welcoming and cozy, protecting you from it all