It's 4 am...  Isn't there a song that starts like that? 

 It's quarter after 4 in the morning. I just woke up at 4 am, like I've been doing most mornings since I've been working at catching my muse. This time, I got up.

You see, I'm a night owl, at least I used to be. I'd naturally sleep until the clock registered double digits, then I'd stay up till the wee hours. I used to like to go to bed about this time of night. I did. Even when I had a regular day job, me in bed before 2 am was a rarity. Weekends I often saw the dawn before hitting the sack.

But I have woken around 4 am many, many mornings this past month or so, just, for no apparent reason I'd find myself awake. An unusual occurrence, to say the least, but after going back to sleep all those mornings, and stumbling through the following day, I decided that I'd go ahead and get up the next time it happened.

So, here I am.

I could so go back to bed.