I put extra curtains on my bedroom windows because I couldn't fall asleep and because in a month or so the sun will be coming up before I do and I don't particularly like being woken up any earlier than I already have to drag my arse out of bed! But here downstairs, I can still see the light. It confuses my poor, tiny brain and reminds me of one of my favorite poems from childhood. I memorized it sometime in elementary school for a recital and I still remember it (although I might have a word wrong here or there) although I don't remember the title. It was one of my favorites because, as a kid, I really hated having to go to bed when it was still light out. It just seemed to be one of the biggest injustices one could suffer (and if that was the biggest injustice of my childhood then I am very fortunate!).
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candlelight.
In summer it's quite the other way;
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still chirping in the tree.
And hear the grown-up peoples' feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
When I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?