The Night Ride

Tonight, Tudor pulled me out of my den. It all started with a text message and continued with his coming over to pick me up for a ride.

Seeing Timişoara at night, with clear streets, no angry drivers, no sad faces crawling about was just what I needed after a Flashing day. Also, seeing how some streets are a delight to drive down, seeing workers busy at night, making the town better, seeing the faded city lights through the blurred windows as we whooshed by was more than uplifting.

It was also relaxing to just sit down — in the car, obviously — and just chat about everything and nothing.

I’ve spent the past two months setting my sleeping habits straight, waking up at twenty-five past seven, trying to go to bed before three in the morning, against my nature. Even doctors have been calling me a night person since I turned sixteen.

I may own my world all day long, but I still belong to the night.