It is far too late to be up, but here I am in a cosy chair by a lamp and the house is stilled with the sounds of sleep filling it. I am aware of only the present and do not remember the past nor do I dream of the future.
Looking out the window, I see a car driving by, its headlights cut through the night and I wonder who they are and where they are going and whether they have someone by their side.
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