Pillow

It was for the better that I stayed up late, for I remembered how it felt to write without the inhibition of structure or purpose. Soon as it started clicking, I could not stop. The words were coming to my fingertips, and I was executing commands. Language was always a tool, and then the tool was turned upon itself, reflecting not on anything outside but on the very purpose in the moment, wondering where the sentence shall go and whether it shall end with a period or a question mark! (Surprise. Surprise?)