Have you ever woken up at 3 AM with a thought, a thought that won't let you rest? That's what this piece is about. I wake up at three in the morning, a comet falling, the "monte", and thoughts in the shape of little demons that won't let me sleep. There's something about that specific hour that feels different. As if the night opens up and everything you've been avoiding during the day comes alive. I don't know if they're demons or just me. Probably just me. The "monte" isn't really a forest. It's my head. The creatures aren't really there. Or maybe they are. Have you ever felt the same? .......................................................... Monte, in Cuban culture, is the wild forest that surrounds the fields; a sacred space where nature, spirits, and memory converge.