Woof Woof

I’m a night owl and always felt like I could retreat to some inner sanctum after everyone had gone to bed. But am I actually productive or creative at night? Did I really do much, or did I just imagine a different world – pretending that I’ve got somewhere better to go.

Late at night I don’t have to be myself Pretend to read all the books placed on my shelf I call the cops on someone that I don’t know I tell my friends I’ve got somewhere better to go