Night Owl

I love staying up late at night. Even with nothing to do, I enjoy what the night offers. Solitude. Peace. Eternity.

At night, everything is easy. Time stands still. The world sleeps. And I can contemplate life at my own pace. There are no phone calls to answer, no place to rush off to, no one to impress. I can just be me. Even if I'm talking to someone, online or on the phone, at night, it isn't because of work, trying to find time to make up a lesson, or squeezing in coffee with friends. It's just to relax, or to work out my issues, or his issues, or her issues. Nighttime is when I become me again.

When the world around me sleeps, I have all the time in the world to get things done. It doesn't matter whether I turn in an assignment at 12:01am or 4:39am. It's still late, either way. Whether I send an email at 11:21pm or 1:48am, the recipient will still get to it in the morning just the same. I have all the time in the world. There is no such thing as COB at night, unless you work for an overseas company, which I don't.

Everyone sleeps, and I am by myself. I don't have to deal with attitude. Or smothering. Or disappointment. Or traffic. Or heartbreak. At night, everything is perfect. Everyone is perfect. In my dreams, he keeps getting closer, until we're inconspicuously holding hands, and everyone else is oblivious to our shared secret. And it's wonderful.

Wonderful.