Night

I lay in bed at night, the slight evening breeze flying past me in a tornado until going through the crack at the bottom of the door. It's dark except for my room mate's Scentcy, which melts quietly under his dusty, god-forsaken desk that who knows what inhabits. There's the ambiance of cars outside driving by the building, mixed with my room mate's snore that he stole from a giant (no joke - luckily not on weekends!). This is when I can think the best - when I can come up with what to write, or what I will end up doing on my minecraft project. Hell, I think about anything and everything before I go to sleep, because I'm a night bird, erm, owl.

Actually when it's not too cold out (and there's enough light from the moon to see where I'm going) I'll take a midnight walk. It's calming, the sort of calm that you get when you're in an empty house or you've just finished all your work for the day. You get the let go and enjoy, and eventually just think. You don't need to concentrate where you're heading or what you should do when you get there - your body knows what to do and lets you think about what you need to.

I'm not sure if this is what night was intended for, as there are those who seem to be against the night that claim it helps you grow... I don't know about that! But I do know that the night is my friend, and it's one of the only times I can completely be me - selfishly (but unselfishly, as there is only me), responsibly, mentally, and physically. It's like a moment of acceptance, where I don't have to approve to anyone's standards or expectations, because I'm fine just how I am and I could care less what others think.

The only downside of night? Day comes back to bite you in the ass, and when you see the sunrise on the horizon you feel a feeling of dread, because all this time that you should have been sleeping, you weren't.