Sometimes, there are no shamefully confronting thoughts to be had at 1am. Sometimes, I am just another unremarkable person awake when the world is asleep, enjoying the images my imagination creates of cliché sleeping children with snoring pets and lego sets beside their beds. The nightmares and anxiety are merely distant echos in the back of the cave that is my brain, and I am walking out the entrance greeting a new day. With no particular inspiration inside me, just a hunger for breakfast and perhaps a coffee. Today I am happy to just be.