To be awake when everyone else is asleep is a strange feeling. It feels as if you have for a short time stolen the world from everyone else, stolen time from them maybe, so that they seem suspended in a kind of timeless zone, while you stealthily walk about doing as you wish, thinking and watching and observing, undisturbed, a little anxious perhaps that your stolen world might be broken into, but enjoying nonetheless, the peaceful solitude of it all. And as you sit, lost in thought, free from outward interruptions, you feel a kind of serenity in which the only sounds are of the ticking clock and the noise of the crickets.
You sit, pensive, writing, imagining and at the same time anticipating the sound of the footsteps of someone who you might want to share your stolen refuge with. It might be a need for physical proximity with someone, it might be a need to dissolve the lonely feeling the silence brings, it might be a brief connection you made at a time when nothing else seemed to connect, that you wish for again. It might just be to share the silence and its solitary, self sufficient beauty with someone who will understand it.
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