short stories

nystophilia

Nyctophilia

The love of darkness or night

By h.m

My alarm went off at 12 at night like always.

The stars were shining.

The moon was shining.

The street lights were dimmed in my sight.

I got dressed and grabbed my skate board.

I put my shoes on.

I walked outside into the dead of the night.

i rode through the night.

The silence was calming.

The darkness was like a lover.

Its all mine and no one elses.

All alone every night.

I rode alone.

The darkness is my own world.

Nyctophilia.