One O'clock, again

I've passed another midnight and here it is, 1 am. Again. I haven't even made it upstairs yet. The house is quiet except for my computer keys. I wonder how many hours I have spent awake in this house when everone else is sleeping. I could never go to bed early even when I was a little girl. I guess I'm a born night owl. I will want to sleep in the morning. But the house will wake me. Maybe I can sneak in a morning nap.