| The night is so quiet. I look out of my window at the darkness of a slumbering world. Only a few lights remain to illuminate paths for nocturnal animals like myself, so we don't trip over our own fantasies. The shading of seashell colors tinting the eastern sky, and the birds start chirping in the brisk and cheerful tradition of dawn. I find myself longing for companionship at such strange hours as this. Someone for me to grin at in my frazzled way. Someone to share this strange addiction to remaining aware beyond the time when most would rather dream. |