Everyone is fast asleep. Except me, of course. I feel their dreams swirl around me gracefully. I look out into the inked night and it seems like time has stopped. It is the darkest time of night, its so dark, its purer than day. I close my eyes and feel the soft breeze brush past my skin and run his soft hands through my hair. Nothing matters, not school, not friends, not affairs of the heart. Nothing.

I wish I could live here forever