They say you’ll live longer and be healthier if you sleep the same number of hours during the same hours daily. But there’s something beautiful about waking up in the middle of the night, hooking into a good movie and, rather than quickly returning to slumber, watching the whole thing, the final fade bringing with it imminent dawn but no fear. This has not happened for a while.
In my life, it speaks to the purity of existence. To do this, to be able to do this, is to be me. Late adolescent nights, sans remote, rushing to the set, as commercials scream, to turn down the sound so my father doesn’t know I’m awake, turning it up again with the resumption of the film, always broadcast at a lesser (and thus greater) volume.
Tonight, “The Buddy Holly Story.”
I got upset.
It was a good night.