The phone sits on the table, it's charger sticking out of the port limply leading back to the charger.The window on the wall is closed and covered by the shades, the only light coming from the computer in front of me and its keyboard. I play music and it fills the quiet December silence. To me, it's funny, how without any one to occupy me the world seems as quiet as if it were three in the morning. No one is awake, no one speaks. It just seems as if I'm the only one. My body is weary, I probably need the sleep I could be getting right now. I could probably use the extra hours before I throw my body back into a taxing week. To me, late nights are nice, they can be good. They make me ache. They make my life out to seem like it's only me. It isn't true of course, but who can stop the human emotion of solitude and lack of something physical? Physicality is what drives people's needs. Something that touches their senses. When there's nothing that fits the five senses, people are lonely. Lack of warmth, lack of space, lack of sound. To me, these make a lonely night.
