23 October 2012
I'm sitting on the top of a flight of stairs. It's completely pitch black, apart from one street lamp at the end of the road.
I'm alone. No one here but me. I'm enjoying the welcome silence and peace.
Someone, a man, walks briskly by.
That makes me angry. I want the night to myself. I run. I jump down the flight of stairs, then run, then jump down another, and another, until I'm at the bottom, street-level.
The man has reached the end of the cold street by now, and is about to turn the corner, his footsteps echoing, and fading away.
I've calmed down, enough for me to go to sleep. I lie back, and stare at the constellations. The stars wink at me, and the moon yawns.
A group of clouds come rolling in, and small, friendly droplets of rain fall past me.
I close my eyes, the water battering my eyelids, and fall asleep.
Night Time • Opuss № I