It was late. The sun had gone down hours ago even though it stayed light until almost 9:30 in the middle of summer. Outside the walls of the empty house, the city slept. The sounds of cars on the street, dogs barking at people walking by, chirping of birds, even the wind in the trees – they had all died down to near total silence.
This was her time of day, well past midnight, past one, nearly two. Sleep no longer came easily and was still far off. While the rest of the world slept, she would lay awake in bed or sit at her computer in the dark. Her only company now in the dead of night was that cruel, mocking companion called memory.
Her inbox stubbornly refused to receive the emails she was longing for. Games and porn likewise disappointed, so her computer was dark. She lay awake in bed, staring at her ceiling, desperately trying to clear her mind of the memories and thoughts she couldn’t seem to escape.