I went out on our balcony. The rain had stopped, but I could still smell its presence. The laundry room’s lights were on and a woman was taking out her clothes out of the dryer. Everyone else was probably asleep. I stood in my pyjamas. As the night wind brushed against my face, I suddenly had this deep urge to fly.
I didn’t get to fly though. I just thought about it for a while. The woman left the laundry room, but I remained standing. I don’t think she saw me. Even if she had, she wouldn’t know why the hell I was up on the balcony so late at night. I don’t think anybody would have cared to know.
So I finally left the night's embrace and went back inside. Inside where the lights kept me awake, kept me thinking and reasoning.
Back inside the living room, it was just me and my laptop. I knew it was going to be a long night…
It's 1:30 a.m. now and I'm still awake, writing the night away...
I wonder if the woman put her clothes away first and then went to bed.