Long nights are the worst thing in the world. Long nights are those nights when you put on you pajamas, kick off your socks, cuddle into your bed, and realize that it is not only the place you want to be because you are exhausted, but it is also the place you suddenly dread. You end up spending the whole night attempting to convince yourself to close your eyes and embrace the darkness. You try to let dreams sweep you up and let rest refresh your tired body. Yet you lay there; you lay there wondering how long it will take for morning to come.
After a while a fear sets in. You may begin to fear that morning will never come. That you will be stuck in this place of uncomfortable, awkward darkness, alone while the rest of the world gets what it needs and you anxiously await a savior to rescue you from this little hell you have created in the night. It is the worst feeling in the world.
Lucky enough for us (when we do have these nights) the night will never last forever. Dawn will break, as will our fear. We are not stuck in darkness forever, just for a time. I wonder if sometimes we are given those long nights for a purpose. Perhaps we are to embrace those long, lonely, dreadful never-ending nights and turn them into something magical.
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