bed time

It's far past ten o'clock and I should actually be in bed. Many of the nights have been later than I would like them to be, and just about every morning I wake up before 7am. I love the part that I wake up early, even without an alarm clock. I never have that in the winter, (that long lasting season) because I can never get out of bed. (For some silly reason there were many times during the winter months that I slept through my alarms!! It's terrible I know.)
I love summer for that, all of it sudden I CAN wake up before the day starts. I can get up when the first number on the alarm clock is still a 6. (yes 6.58 still starts with a six!!) I love it that when I wake up the sun shines, the birds whistle, and I'm just done sleeping. My body says, 'get me out of bed!' So then I just go, I mean, who wants to argue with their body.
But at night, no way! I ain't getting into bed. I'm up and running around until I finally hit the pillow, but will still be awake for a while (sometimes hours, because I tend to read books for longer periods of time). I love that it is still light when it is ten or eleven at night. I love it that I can feel the cool breeze through my open window, and not have to wear mittens when I sit by my desk because otherwise my fingers freeze off (as I do from October until March). I love it that I can run around until the wee hours, even though my eyes tell me that they need to be shut. I love that I can sit up because I just feel like sitting up because I don't want to go to bed! (Who goes to bed when the sun is still up, or when the sky is still blue, anyway?!?!) I love it that when I look out my window the tree is black and the background is light. I love it that when I go to bed, the light does have to go on, just because I want it to be on, not because I wouldn't be able to see if it was out.
I just love summer, except for the fact that for some silly reason I still don't get enough sleep. Now who could tell me why that is?