I used to be like that. But since I started working the graveyard shift it just wasn’t the same anymore. I don’t spend much of my unconscious hours in the dark anymore. It’s strange. Really strange, because the dark, like you said, is an old friend with whom you linger with long conversation.
But that’s not the subject, is it? Whoever “you” is, s/he must be important enough to warrant a simile like night.
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