I don�t know when night begins. Is it when you see the first star? When you feel unsafe when you�re alone? Maybe night begins when you can�t see the real colour of your hand (what is a colour anyway)? Some even say that night begins when the street lights wake up. I don�t for me, the beginning of the night is all this, but what really makes it change is the state of spirit.
At night I stay at home. Sometimes with my family, sometimes with an empty house to take care of, but despite the present or absent company, I�m alone.
Now because I�m alone I can do whatever I want, everything is mine, and is there for me, and even if it isn�t I don�t give a shit. I can listen to music till I fall asleep (not too loudly of course, my grandparents live downstairs and I have neighbours), or bury myself in letters and drawings so I can die and be reborn the next day, or even stick to my PC until it swallows my soul for the following hours.
This is the good side of the night, this sense of liberty and power. But there�s also the other side.
Times, infinite times, when I don�t want to do anything and I wait for the Sandman to come. But he never appears when I want, he�s always too late or too early, so I stay awake, seeing monsters and ghosts in my shadow and in my room.
So, here�s my universe, my kingdom, my nightmare, for my nights, even if they happen in the most usual of places, have always got something new to show me.
