Nocturne

Sleep seems necessary, but why, if the night itself plays catch-up? The lamp is on, the phone is warming up in my palm, my thoughts are spinning faster than the neighbour's lift. It seems simple: just call and it will get quieter. But no, it's more fun to keep the intrigue going a little longer, to hang on the edge between ‘just a little more’ and ‘okay, now for sure’.

The music here is like the light in the kitchen at three in the morning: warm, almost intimate, promising that it definitely won't be boring. Even if the morning creeps up with bags under your eyes, it was worth it.