I know the world is sleeping. I have grown fond of the calm. I become acquainted with myself. I make plans, not the kind of plans I used to make of excitement and drama but better plans. I whisper my inner desires to myself. I relish in the quiet. I relive the regrets of the day and ponder the small victories. The night and I know each other well now. Knowing that a minute won't make a much of a difference, I look as serenity lays on the expression of the two I love as they slumber. I am welcomed into the night's arms and when I return to bed I sink deeply in.
The night and I know each other well.