here i am at 1.48 am lighting up a rolled cigarette of wild honey flavor.
I breathe the night in and out, like how you taught me, under light emitted by an Ikea bulb.

Time is neatly segmented into lengths of songs in the playlist.
3:20, 4:12, 2:41..
Cat is lying right next to me on the pinwale stool. She sometimes will jump on my nap, sniff a circle, and rest her head so silently on the hairy part of my thigh. Then all of a sudden, she will get up and move off as if something really important pops up in her mind that she really has to handle at once.

People at 2am usually do things personal & private.
Somewhere, A broken hearted may be downing the fifth glass of scotch listening to his 7th lonely jazz album.
A youth may be totally absorbed into the plots of the book, which he's just got in a second hard bookstore.
Lovers may be dissolving into the warmth between their bodies.
Solemn, that's the beauty of midnights.