1:44 AM.A Story by nattibabeThursday, November 21,2013 1:44 AM. 1:44 AM. I’v always heard the theory that the people who are up at this time of night are either lonely or in love. Since I am neither apparently I am the contradiction. To be honest i’m actually obsessed with this time of night. Or staying up late in general. Ironically it’s the time of night I feel at my most productive. Believe it or not it’s that feeling of isolation that I am most drawn to. When you know the world has temporarily clocked out and if at that moment looking outside your bedroom window you get the feeling your light is the only thing bright enough to breakup all that blackness for miles. That feeling where among the millions of heartbeats surrounding the city yours is the only one distinguishable among them all. It has the ability to make you feel so small yet so significant at once. Two expressions that never go hand in hand. It’s a time of night that when I should be fast asleep and dreaming in my bed you could more often then not find me with a a pad of computer paper and a pen. My pandora softly playing the classical piano station. A cold forgotten coffee mug left on my bookcase as I struggle to put my late night thoughts to paper. (I swear i’m not trying to portray a modern Shakespeare. I just love the piano channel, judge me.) To me everything feels slower at this time of night. Almost as if time has halted and the world has temporarily stopped spinning causing the stillness outside my window that has a vastness lasting for miles. Like without all that commotion and business and noise keeping the world afloat it shuts down. Taking a breath just as we do until it too is aroused at sun rise, greeting us like an old friend that never left our side. Maybe these midnight thoughts are a cliche. Maybe it’s the drowsiness that makes my mind go a million miles a minuet expanding on questions that never seem to have the right answers. Hell it’s probably the classical piano. I guess thats the beauty of 1 am. It can’t be distinguished or expressed by a single statement. This time of night between sunset and sunrise. This time of night that befriends the loneliest or the loved. Or me of course, that lone(ly?) contradiction. -n.b. © 2013 nattibabeReviews
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