Since I was a child I have always walked at night, for it gives me a confidence that seems to elude me during business hours. This night I embrace, for this night is still, and its pulse is faint. I cover myself within its darkness as if it were a security blanket, for that is where my peace and tranquility reside. The night has always been a way of escaping the harsh realities of the day, where prejudice, greed, and selfishness reside. I have watched the day wake up slowly at dawn, yawning with an awful stench that hovers over the city like smog. All the cars, the noises, the smells, and all the people slowly but steadily awakening into a cluster of madness. The day is as unforgiving as it is long. Everyone is in a rush, creditors chasing you down as if it were a hunt, cars cutting you off to get ahead, all the noise, institutions giving you deadlines that you can’t make, the day is not well, it has a sickness that can only be cured by the night. I long for the night with eager anticipation, for the night is not long, so I shall not sleep. The night is when my wife and I are free to be one, for in the light she is absent, enslaved by the day. I walk unbothered in the night, reincarnated from the death of day, a nomad free to wander the streets in obscurity. From dusk until dawn, where the blind of the day come to see, it is our playground for clarity. The night, my trusting mistress, she never kisses and tells, my secrets are safe with her. As we approach the dead of night my heart races, for the end is near, as dawn beckons the alarms fall on deaf ears. With the death of night comes the birth of a new day, where nightmares are born, orphaned since birth, roaming the streets in search of a home. I shall not fear the day, for the night is my constant companion, my mistress who shadows me in the day, for she is always one step behind me, from dawn until dusk.