In the evening, anywhere from 2pm to 7pm, I wake up. You see, I set no alarm. I wake up whenever I please, thank you very much, because I am basically a vampire and I do what I want.
On a regular day I linger in bed for half an hour at least, listening to the sounds of my housemates or children playing outside. Eventually I get out of bed and take a shower. Sometimes I will eat breakfast when it’s supper time for everyone else.
By this time, the sun is often setting, so I can go outside without endangering my ghostly white complexion. Ahhh, yes. Perfect time to go for a walk.
The rest of the evening I lounge around on the internet, or hang out with people In Real Life (gasp), or play the guitar, or do errands, or whatever. I put no pressure on myself at all to get writing done in the evening. The evening is firmly designated as free time.
At 10:20pm, I put on my coat and shoes and head out the door. In my San Diego, it’s chilly and foggy and dark all year round.
When I get to work, I have some chores to do and I have to keep an eye on the kids, but otherwise my job description could be “stay awake”. Now it’s time to get things done. This is when I write and read. The kids always ask me, “Don’t you get bored alone at night?” And I tell them, “Nope, I like staying up all night.” And when they think about it that way, they realize that actually I have the coolest job.
Or, I don’t know. Maybe I’m the only one thinking that.
Truth be told, I do get pretty sleepy by the end of the night, but sometimes I can see the sun rising over the misty mountains. Once the sun is fully up I’m wide awake and ready to go home. At 7am, everyone else on the road is heading to work while I’m done for the day.
I don’t have to go to sleep when I get home, but normally I do. Because I feel like it, that’s why. Before the sun has burned away all the clouds I’m in my bed with the blinds shut.
My nights off are Mondays and Tuesdays, so when everyone else is heading to work on Monday morning, probably all miserable, I’m starting my weekend.
I have always been a night owl, but it always felt like I was Doing Something Wrong when I stayed up. Even when it was summer vacation and I had no reason to get up early, I still felt – uncomfortably – like a rebel. Now that I enjoy feeling like a rebel, I get to do it every day.
When I happen to go outside in the middle of the day I get confused. The sun, it is shining! It is hot! There are no clouds, no fog or mist! Where am I? What am I doing here? Am I on vacation? Shouldn’t I be in bed? I need my sunglasses!
Yes. I am basically a vampire. And I like it.