I borrow from the quiet of the night.
No one is standing by to interupt.
No one is asking for just one more...
will you...?
I am alone.
I work at my own pace.
The dark night inspires me with thoughts of creativity,
courage, and hope for what I will face...in the light of tomorrow.
At last my eyes become heavy and the long blinks begin.
But not before...
The laundry is done.
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