Up in the night, can I write? Is there anything interesting enough?

Lying on my side, I see the silhouette of the plant on my desk, it’s leaves standing straight up, after they were drooping languidly over the edges of the pot only two days ago, as I had left it unwatered and in the sun during a month-long vacation. Amazing that it sprang back to life with only a deep drink.

I recall looking at my hand last night, as it was holding a book. On the part between my thumb and the back of my hand, a vein pulsed so that the pumping of the blood made a visible up and down on my skin. I stopped reading the words and started reading the same sentence of my aliveness over and over again.

I am a dualistic person. I also work an office job. I have a spreadsheet with numbers to work on. With this wakeful energy, I wonder what type it is—numeric or creative? Should I try to write about dead plants come back to life and a visible pulse on the back of my hand? Or should I try to do the calculations on the spreadsheet? I have tried one. Now perhaps I should try the other.