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After Hours

  • Nicole Bellows
  • Jan 23, 2024
  • 1 min read

Lights out

The house asleep

Silence save for crickets chirping

The occasional car revving past


I gaze at the moon

Its light shines through my window

A beacon, a nightlight in the midnight sky


Nocturnal animals hunt for prey

Foxes, coyotes, bats

Meanwhile every human sleeps underneath the moonlight

But I do not.


Headphones up

Cozy, groovy, or relaxing music

Only me, my thoughts

My music, my journal

And my cozy pajamas

These after hours are my time.

 
 
 

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