2:12

Last night at 2:12 AM, (I love digital clocks, they tell to the second just how awake I am), I thought of a line, a saying, a cliché, maybe someone else’s, maybe mine,  whatever you want to call it, and after I thought of it I remember thinking, I won’t remember this in the morning and that pissed me off. But this morning I did remember.

Wake up with a dream go to bed with a prayer.

Passing math, getting your license, graduating, getting the ‘thick’ college packet, waiting for him to call, or show-up, pick-up or ask...the job, the house, whether the stick would turn blue…

Wake up with a dream go to bed with a prayer.

Writers do this all the time, from first byline, to title page, to NYT’s bestsellers list. We work so long and hard, (alone mind you), that the dream washes our DNA, soaks into it, becomes it and the prayer, an everlasting a mantra.

All of my life, the dreams that became prayers…they were answered, although I didn’t always get the answer I wanted. If I look at where I am, and where I have come from, the answers have suited my life well. I’m at the stage where I am trusting in the system.

Yup, it was 2:12 AM, exactly, not the time I was awake but the time I thought of the line.

Wake up with a dream go to bed with a prayer.

I wonder what I’ll think of tonight. What do you think of at night?