In bed awake.

It's 4:28, and here I am. In bed. Awake. Only this time, it's different than all the other times. This time, I'm not wracking my brain trying to figure my life out. This time, I'm not torn to pieces wondering where I went wrong. This time, I'm awake, and I feel happy. This time, I'm awake, and I know it's the good butterflies-in-my-tummy-because-I-still-cant-get-over-it, awake. And I like it. This time, it's December, and I'm looking forward to the rest of this winter. This time it's December and I'm ready for what's to come. This time it's December and I like my life. This time it's different. It's 4:32, and I'm awake. Only this time, I don't cry. This time, I smile uncontrollably. "...[sometimes] you can't fall asleep because the reality is better than your dreams."