It must be sometime after 2 a.m. Why wasn’t I asleep, I was having such a nice dream too? I was flirting with a handsome stranger at a coffee shop. He’d look at me with his deep brown eyes; I’d look away. It was classic. But now I’m awake. “Why am I awake?”
I rolled over and laid on my back. Frustrated, I slowly opened my eyes as I did, they drifted towards the ceiling. The room was dark, except for the moonlight trickling in through the blinds. I threw the blankets off and wandered over to the window, opening the blinds, to peer out into the city lights.
It was a clear night. The full moon hung close to me in the black, starless sky; I could almost reach out and grab it. Being near the top floor was a pleasurable experience at night. I could look down at my city, but the city couldn’t look back at me. She was still awake even at this time. The cars buzzing around in the streets below, workers in the offices across the way; the city never truly sleeps.