Mr Mascellani's Musings

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned it’s lesson
You’d be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss her most of all.


Yep, yessiiree, ma'am, my fav-our-ite time of the day are the wee small hours of the morning: two a.m to five a.m. I like the silence and the tranquilty and the feeling of being alone in the universe in a good way, like Superman in his Fortress of Solitude.

I like reading and writing in the wee small hours of the morning, and surfing the net,
watching good DVDs and bad tv.

I like to think in the wee small hours of the morning. I like to look at the moon and the stars and watch the sunrise. I like to listen when things are not so tranquil: the
sounds of fights, fireworks, fun and all that sort of thing.

Next: Next: Writing Prompt 7: What is your idea of a dull evening?