In slumber. Alone

The house is quiet now, air condition vents moving up and down. Sweep, you say. I can hear distant key cards tapping as cars exit from the guard house below. Faint taps and motorcycles down the road next to the apartment. The night sleeps still.

When was the last time I was grant peace, and the bed all to myself? It feels selfish now, to have so much space. Alone. My thoughts lay out in front of me, from my now green bed to the living, uninterrupted - by pleas, balls rolling, or any other demanding bursts of energy. I am in worldy heaven. Alone.

I let my mind wander, through the curtains, the windows. Sliding between the wet clouds and fluff. Floating.. Dangerously far from gravity. I may stay afloat forever, denying the pull.

I wish I could still talk to you sometimes, you know?

***

Let's just say that there is always a full moon shining down on me though I never ask.

Goodnight, Kuala Lumpur.