There's a Double Rainbow in My Backyard.

Apparently, I have a well of expression that I've been sleeping through in the early mornings. I've discovered a bit of creativity that rises with the sun, and I think I'm going to give my inner nocturnal creature a break and start some new habits, like rising with the sun and this intriguing newfound creativity. This might all just be a delusion I'm telling myself because I want to hear it, though, because I haven't slept yet tonight. Too much thinking, on my part, about the little trivial things, and not so much about the whole, that has kept me up tonight. Wide awake and staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling, I've given each synthetic constellation a name and an origin. Though they are synthetic, they pierce through the night in my room much like the real sky of stars do outside, piercing through the darkness of the night. The sun came up this morning and I watched it turn sections of my room a golden orange color through my window. I saw the shadow of the tree outside move across a wall and the creative juices started flowing, and I felt okay for the first time all night.