Early...
Only myself and the cats are still awake... they meow for attention, speaking to me in a language I don't speak. Sizzling Italians on my little Forman grill. Snickers slips into my room when I enter. I don't know what he is going so crazy about. He leaps in the window and quiets down... just looking for a safe spot to sleep. I spark up the remaining bowl I've got and I can hear Damien pawing at the door. I ignore him, he causes trouble. The very embodiment of chaos were it in the form of a cat. In other words a kitten. He yelps more trying to coax me into letting him in. I spark up the bowl again... I watch the smoke rise, feeling my cares dancing away, up towards the ceiling curling and moving. The writhing spirits of the fire dissipate. I come back to myself as a dump truck roars by... the first vehicle that has caught my attention in some time. I light the bowl again and drift away...