Too early for sleep, yet late enough to burrow. Under cool sheets I go, relishing the weight of the downy duvet. This time of year, only darkness hangs outside the arched window. The air is cool.
My quiet place? My bedroom.
Once the chatterbox singing princess is snug and silent in her own cozy spot, I breathe. I allow the weights of another busy day to lift off my shoulders. I take time to loosen my muscles and listen - to absolutely nothing.
Then, during my only extended down time of the day, I reach for my iPhone or my e-reader.
The time is mine.
I can do what I like.
Not making a sound.