"Near and deep as the thunder crashed..." ~ Jane Eyre

Its that kind of a night.

You know, the night where the sky is dark with beige undertones, ready to explode in in pouring rain and rumble with thunder as lightning flashes in between your window blinds. The kind of night you are happy to be inside, away from the outdoor steam room that is causing the weather. The kind of night where the air conditioner is on low as you lounge around in cropped pink sweatpants and a girlie white ribbed sleeveless tee from Urban Outfitters that would make Tony Soprano prouder of your look than he is of Meadow's. The kind of night where you eat Strawberry Yogurt Burst Cheerios in a small bowl for dinner because the mixture of heat and events of the week make you lose your appetite. The kind of night where you call your each person in your family to talk for a few minutes because the sounds of their voices comforts you, and you need comfort right now, which is why you are eating cereal for dinner. The kind of night you listen to Creedence Clearwater Revival and are in awe of John Fogerty's voice. The kind of night where you skip listening to "Fortunate Son" because you don't really feel like thinking about the politics of war on this particular evening. The kind of night where you know you will fall asleep early so it can be Friday already. The kind of night where you change the sheets so you fall asleep in a crisp, Bounce-smelling bed. The kind of night where you hope your dreams are good as you sleep because the day was anything but dreamy.

Its that kind of a night.