Once again three am...

It isn’t like I didn’t try to drop this unreasonable addiction a few times in the past, to fight this ridiculous craving.
I did, but it always ends the same way, with me waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, fighting the urge to scream.
My mind is so full and confusing, my hands shake, my body feels hot and cold at the same time, it’s like I have just run a marathon. I can’t seem to fight this mystifying urge to write.
Three in the morning know all of my secrets, and there is no hiding from those moments without something to dull my mind.
That’s why I eat chocolate. Chocolate, the only known cure to sudden attacks of plot bunnies, excited muses and many other fantastical inspirations!