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3 AM Thoughts

 


So I woke up at 3 AM the other day and braced myself for dreadful thoughts. Horror movies like Conjuring and Insidious and many other movies have put this mindset on my head that 3 AM is an ungodly hour. The time when the devil is most powerful. And if you hadn’t already figured out reading this, I’m quite a horror movie buff. And such is the reason that the tiniest of things make me pull the blanket closer at this hour.

Now, I’m someone who casually watches horror movies during the day with no one or someone around; mind you. But, I remember the scary scenes during the times when I wake up at night, especially during the 3 AM mark. And I read somewhere a couple of years ago that if you wake up during the 2-3 AM mark, it’s because someone or something is watching you sleep. Needless to say, that did not help me waking up during this hour at all.

So I braced myself. Here come back all the horror movie images, I thought. I waited.But this time, there were no such thoughts. There were no “that was definitely a creak I heard” or “what was that?” or Instead, what I noticed was how hauntingly silent it was. The silence was deafening; but it was beautiful. It was the kind of pin drop silence that primary school teacher could only dream of. No passing vehicles, no drums by my neighbor’s teenage son, no barking dogs, no screaming kids.

I took in a deep breath, pulling down my blanket.

Had I never realized how peaceful this hour was?

I felt free. I could just be. There were going to be no judgements. No one to see; no one to question.

This was an hour of me and my thoughts. And all I could feel was positivity around me.

This silence was mine.

This period was mine.

This time was mine.

I have begun to see 3 AM in a different light, now. A positive time where you can just be. It must be all the horror phenomenon and the stories dragged across, time and again that have made this time so superstitious. Because, now, 3 AM seems nothing more than just another time period on the clock, only more peaceful and fulfilling.

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