darkness
It's dark in the room. The only source of light is a dim street light across the street.
It's late and everybody is asleep. Atleast is seems like it. I can't sleep so sitting on my bed in the dark.
There is a shadow in the corner of my room. It's waving at me. He's an old friend but tonight is not one of the nights I wave back.
Now a man is passing under the street light. I watch as walks across the circle of light. Where could he be going at this hour? To others he is just a passerby but to me he is the center of a story in my mind. I don't know what story yet but I'll come up with something.
This made me tired again. Good night and sweet dreams.