It’s past 2 AM and I’m tired of lying in bed hoping that I would eventually fall asleep. I lost count of the sleepless nights I have had these past two months and the many caffeinated mornings that follow. Happy dreams of old are long gone but empty, lonely nights have taken its place. Sitting here in my dark living room, I can’t help but notice the warm city glow outside my window on this awfully cold night. There’s just something about the quiet glow that brings excitement to my heart. Something about the city that makes me feels not so alone. I know there’s someone else out there who is sleepless on this night and looking outside his/her window wondering the same thing I am.
On the bright side, my cat is sure happy that I’m a awake. He thinks its playtime. Sadly, I could barely tell where he is in my dark apartment. All I hear is his paws pitter-pattering as he runs around.