A moment alone

There comes a moment, at night, when everything is still. No computer or TV going, BlackBerry and iPhone not screaming for your attention. No wind or creature stirring outside. Even the jazz has gone silent. In that moment, you’d swear that you were alone, the world wrapping you in a blanket and stepping away from you for a while.

Being alone is not a scary thing, nor a sad thing. That is, unless you have problems with who’s there…


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