The 03:00 Club
No meetings. No minutes.
We’re all awake anyway.
If you’re reading this at a reasonable hour, it won’t make much sense. If you’re reading it at 03:00, it will.
The club is for the people who were fine all day. Who did the maths (if I fall asleep now, that’s four hours twenty) and then did it again twenty minutes later. Who know exactly what their ceiling looks like.
There’s nothing to do and nothing to pay. If you’re up, you’re already a member. This just means we can find each other.
What arrives
- Confessions from other members, posted anonymously.
- The roll call, so you can see how many of us there are.
- First word when something new lands.
The club meets nightly. The emails don’t. Only when there’s something worth being awake for.
Leave whenever you like. We understand not sleeping; we’d never also nag.
The club has no rules.
It has a uniform.
Enfold: four pounds, hood to floor, faux fur throughout.
Weight sewn through the shoulders, cut so it never slides off.