She never sleeps

I slept at 4 am yesterday...
I had to finish reading "Catcher in the rye".
I had been carrying it with me every single day but
never read for more than 10-15 mins...at a stretch.
It was getting to me and finally I decided to get rid of it.
But as I neared the end...I felt like “No...
Why is it all coming to an end?”
I feel like this every time I read a decent book.
I feel like reading slower as I reach the last few pages
so that I could prolong the moment when I have to
put the book down.
It happens to me very often.
I feel like...there should've been more to read in this book.

Well, I mostly end all my books way into the night.
In any case I don't like to sleep...it's wasting precious time...
One should sleep only how much is necessary you know.
Staying up all night is not good for the body, I am aware.
But my mind is too funny.
It doesn't think about all that...when it's at it's best.
Sometimes it makes me read,
Sometimes it makes me roam around the house,
Like a ghost, makes me go through my stuff,
diaries, photo albums etc..etc…,
look for things to do…like eat may be..
or call or sms somebody.

Practically, it feels like doing everything but sleep.
No I’m not an insomniac; I don’t stay up till 4 am
every single night.
But I can’t be sleeping all that early.
What's the point in doing that anyway.

MISS MY MIND