Awake by night, feeling alone in the house.

Hot cup of Horlics perched in my lap.

Hoping that every last drop of the drink will knock me out,

While trying to read some more, to make me feel tired.

 

At the end of my bed, the cat is asleep.

Curled up, dead to the world, slow deep breaths…

Why couldn’t that be me? I think to myself,

While taking a long, deep, glug of my drink.

 

I feel tired, but then I don’t. Why does this happen to me?

Asleep by morning, awake by night.

Am I some sort of descendant from a vampire?

I think to myself, while giggling, silently inside.

 

The moon is out, and the stars glisten.

Why is the night portrayed dangerous, when it looks so beautiful?

Could the beauty be a trick to deceive our minds?

The night is when you hear of crimes and murders…

 

The cat fidgets and stretches out.

Oh how I wish I were he…

The long, beautiful sleep… the calm relaxed life…

Everyday a fresh start without a care in the world.

 

Birds chirping outside making me think of night time creatures.

Bats… Owls… Foxes…

It must be so fascinating!

But then I’d be dismissing the beauty of the day, while admiring the beauty of the night…

 

Being awake now must be a gift. Fate. Destiny.

I get to experience the beauty that deceives me.

I get to hear and see these animals.

And I still get to experience every day and night as a fresh start.

 

It’s a new world that has unlocked itself to me.

Will you be the next to see this unusual, extraordinary and beautiful world?

If you do, don’t take it for granted, abuse it and hurt it.

Absorb and look at everything that’s held out for you,

Because you never know when it might bite back.