It’s been a while since I got home late enough to call it early.
Haven’t had a proper break in many months, almost forgot what it was like not being on a “keep it responsible” clock. Just nice to be able to not care whether it’s 1 AM or 7 AM by the time you crawl into bed. There’s a certain pressure that just isn’t there anymore, makes these kinds of nights feel especially carefree.
Of course, when late transitions into early, you already know the next day isn’t going to be anything to write home about. You’ll likely wake sometime in the afternoon, still tired, filled with regret. The good kind though, of which you can say it was worth it.
Just not something you want to be doing too frequently.