Being awake in the middle of the night while the rest of the house, if not the world, seems to be asleep, is an exhilarating feeling.

Anything can happen. After all, it is the withching hour.

The moon's disappeared from the window frame now.

Lights are shutting down, the day's business is over.

Sleep arrives with the conviction that problems can be solved while the mind slumbers through its subconscious territories.

Yes, the stars are out outside.

Slowly the heat trapped during the day seeps out.

Seconds slow to minutes, minutes to hours, and hours disappear all together.

Yes, the morning is round the corner. But time, for now, has ceased to exist.