(I wake up I the middle of the night and rummage and ruminate and find myself analyzing all of life's difficulties.)
Razzle closes her eyes and gives a sigh.
(I wonder where my life is going and if I'm doing what I should be doing, living where I should be living - - - the list goes on and on.)
Razzle flips her ear and sprawls on her bed with her feet dangling over the edges.
(There is nothing that can be done at this hour except think about what it would be like to rest and feel okay about everything.)
As Razzle lays fast asleep.