I hear the clock ticking and the puppy sighing. It’s late by my reckoning, yet I’m not ready for sleep.
I love the house quiet like this. I can hear myself think and my heart beat. In the still of the night. . . Hold me darlin’ hold me tight.
Life is so good these days.
2 thoughts on “In the Still of the Night”
I like to go to the apts laundry room and do laundry at 2-3 a.m..no one up but me..
It seems like that might be a little spooky.