eyes open in the dark

Why am I wide awake at 5:00 am on a day I don't need to get up early?

I should be chasing clouds, or trying to find my way out of an unknown city where my friends live, down by the Southeast of a faraway continent, or reaching out to see the face of the woman who whispers in the dark, or exploring the rooms that my old crumbling house in West Caracas grows every night, full of echoes of people's voices, of their stories, while the lions roar and fight on the streets outside and the moon, huge and yellow, ascends from behind the mountains into a deep blue, blue sky.

I should not be awake at this hour.