The Midnight Disease
From The Book of Dahlia:
She and Mara drove all over L.A. late at night. “Night Disease,” they called this: the mysterious condition wherein you just couldn’t bring yourself to go to bed. I refuse to let this day be over, they’d say. No fucking way is this the end of the day already.
Night Disease: the imperative that they just keep going. Now Dahlia understood it perfectly. It was because the day needed something more. Whatever the day had contained somehow wasn’t enough. They weren’t ready to let go of it. Something more had to happen. Something else needed to occur. The day could not be over. They would not submit. Not until they were ready.
It’s almost 3am and I’m waiting, too.The Midnight Disease