Bright Lights, Big City
It's almost midnight, and the house is uber quiet, except for the sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard as I type this. I hear a dog barking in the distance, and the shower upstairs is dripping because it wasn't shut properly. But barring these noises, the house is just silent.
It's only when the entire household is asleep that I get to think and contemplate. Seriously. I like it when everything's silent, and the house seems empty and alone. It almost feels like I'm in Baguio again. Haha.
And now I have this really nagging urge deep inside me to unlock the front door, step out into the cold night air, unock the front gate and walk, just walk. Walk until I get tired. Maybe go out of the subdivision as well and just walk along Ortigas Avenue Extension. In the unholy hours of the morning. No particular direction....when I get tired, I guess I'll just turn around, go back home, and slip beneath my bedcovers as if nothing happened. It's as if I'm seeking a sort of thrill in sneaking out of the house and returning. WTH.
(In retrospect, I'm thinking that I couldn't have done this in Baguio. Too cold. I would have just contracted FROSTBITE from doing so, haha)
It sounds crazy, but there is a certain feel to the very early morning. It's a mix of both the cheery and the seedy. Like the fact that the main streets are still bright from the streetlamps, but there are people staggering home drunk. Everyone is asleep, quiet and peaceful, but there are also people working their asses off in call centers, spouting out faux American accents to put food on the table.
It's really a different world in the quiet, early morning and I want to experience it...awake. And I suddenly feel so so weird, so....dare I say it, emo. I don't know why.