Letters To Midnight

Chapter 1- Night One: Half Moon

    Sliding my key into the lock was sort of a struggle considering I just pulled a double at work today, but a girl has to get that money some how. As I finally successfully open my apartment door, dropping my bag onto the ground the same exact time I slam the door closed trudging my feet along my floor, heading straight to my bedroom, kicking my shoes off as I fall face first into my bed. I need to shower. But I also really want to sleep. Maybe I can just lay here for five minutes and then shower. As I ponder which one I should do, I hear the most gorgeous voice that sounds so familiar yet so foreign.

 "Love, love the stars. Love, love the moon."

    Ah yes, my next door neighbor, sadly that is all i know him as (since I never actually seen or met him, we are both night owls who prefer to stay inside all night and sleep during the day) A beautiful voice that sings into the night. I know this since i usually work nigh shifts about twice every week, so I usually stay up nights and sleep days, like him. I think he produces or something or maybe its a hobby of his, to whichever it may be I am not complaining, he sometimes works on the same song for weeks, sometimes he switches songs messing around, well I hope he is messing around. I once overheard him singing a song about pizza and peanut butter. I think he was drunk?? The song continues-

"Nothing has really changed, It's still the same air, with the same bed looking at the same ceiling. Why do i feel so empty, for no reason at all? its been a few hours since I started spacing out."

    That's the thing about my neighbor, he has such a beautiful voice for such sad thoughts, it's a love hate relationship I have with his voice, I want to listen to it for hours but the meaning behind the lyrics is what makes me want to close my ears forever, I mean its not possible but gosh I sure wish I could. I am easily influenced by music so whenever hes spitting out these sad songs I feel like I am living them.  That's just the kind of voice he has, you can't help but get lost in his songs. Normally I stay up and listen to him sing, spacing out in my own thoughts just like his song says. Most likely agreeing to how my life has not changed very much, how all I do is work and come straight home, how I would constantly tell myself this is what I am supposed to be doing. Getting money so I can come home to an apartment that barely gets used considering how I am usually at work, or sleeping. How empty it feels staring at the ceiling... or the wall... or sometimes if i'm really feeling lonely, outside the window next to my bed into the stars. Telling myself "This is how growing up is supposed to be. I'm happy where I am right now. How this feeling of emptiness will soon go away and i will feel full of contentment soon. I am happy... Right?"  But tonight, tonight I lay there with my eyes closed listening to my neighbors captivating voice, slowly drifting me into a much needed sleep. The last thing i hear is- 

"And that half moon up there just looks like me right now."

Then, sleep.