Tick tick tick tock

I'm sitting in the arm chair in our living room trying to find the energy to go to bed. I am appreciating the quiet. Listening to the sound of the clock ticking away and the fridge running reminds me of the sleep-overs of my youth. I hated the sounds in the houses of my friends. I've always been a little scared of the dark & listening to the house tick-tocking and humming made me hope to fall asleep fast. 

I'm not too skittish when I'm the last one awake in my own house now that I'm a so called grown-up. (Except when Ann posts a scary clown picture on Facebook.) 

Night-night. May you sleep fast and hard and wake refreshed. (Assuming the clowns did not, indeed, get you. SHUDDER.)