Ode to midnight

      Usually, everyone's asleep. The house falls silent and motionless. No more obligations, and no more outside interruptions of reality rudely knocking on your door. Well, I guess it usually barges. Reality never learned her manners.
      I believe time slows down at night. Episodes of your favorite show just stretch on, and you can just let the next one play, what's the rush? All of the hallways, all of the space, all the time in the world, belongs to you. After midnight, the world shifts. And you can do whatever you choose.
    Even the little creatures outside, tucked away best they can from the frigid air, are asleep. Your home is draped in a thick, black cover of impenetrable sky that will soon be dissolved by morning sun rays. No outside distractions--only blurred and dimmed streetlights flickering and blinking like as though they're trying to keep their eyelids open.
     At night, there are no rules. You can eat candy, any deserts, any portion sizes, any pints and it doesn't count. No one saw except for you and I surely won't tell anyone. You can brush your teeth for a drowsy 30 seconds, or the overachiever of precisely two minutes. And even better, you don't have to floss.
   
   
   

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