Dawn Cracked Silence; a message to a friend

i was up all friday night and slept all saturday night. now i'm up and restless. i feel like a train ride. i know you're sleeping. everyone is sleeping. a quiet chicago on a sunday morning. i could talk to the clouds, go church hopping, find a spot down by the lake and read...is everything better when you write about it? does it sound like more than it is? wide awake on a sunday morning is always strange.