Sleep like a royal subject, think that you grew stronger there
It’s funny how a street can look so different at night. Sometimes spookier. When I was little and had to lug trash out at night, I would get scared, like something in the shadows was going to snatch me while I was in my driveway. I’d get myself so worked up about it that I’d run back inside, like something hellish was on my tail.
I was thinking about that while I was taking the trash out just now. As I was attempting to close the lid on the trashcan, I noticed that for once no cars were driving past the apartment. One of those strange hiccups in traffic on what is always a busy street. Everything was quiet. I looked at the sky, where the moon looked like a hole punched in the sky — perfect, white and round. The buildings under it looked asleep, all the windows dark. Cars started pouring down the street again. But for a second, I felt alone in the city, and it felt peaceful.
