It's 2:14 in the morning!
I went to the fridge and and took out some beef to make hamburgers. Just got really hungry since my last eat at lunchbreak yesterday. Long day at work too.
I love wandering around in the kitchen at these times at night cause its peaceful for me to cook and just to reflect on the monstrosities and the joyous pamperings of life, as well as the good things to come and the obstacles I might face soon. I look outside the window and see nothing but dark houses and street lights that are barely lit. Its quiet in the house and everyone except me is asleep and sometimes you can even hear the most faintest of noises. Sometimes I can hear the one lonely car that passes by my street every hour, and wonder where is that car going or where is that car coming from. Its these silent moments that make me feel that people wish they could stay in their beds and drift off to slumber instead of driving off to work or rushing to the hospital at 2:14 in the morning.
I don't turn on the TV with the volume lowered or hit the internet, I just walk around the house with my burger with two patties, cheese, lettuce, extra cheese, tomato, more cheese, and kind of just stand back and enjoy this silence that this earth rarely gives to some of the nocturnal residents. After a few bites of my burger, I realized that the living room looks so vacant and lacking of more furniture. My brown couch now has the color of a dark charcoal in the midst of all this darkness with a hint of illumination from the moon that glows like a pearl that watches and acts like a small flashlight if we should ever be walking outside and watching our steps.
The burger is now an afterthought so I'll kettle some hot water for my tea and wait for the whistling to come. Black tea or Green tea is the usual debate at this time of night. I grab my Starbuck mug that I had since 2002 and slowly take it out of the cabinet door as it tends to creak if you open it too fast. The tea and hot water create this warmth inside both hands as I caress my mug with such handling that I forget that its too hot and quickly hold it by the handle instead. I go to my room and sit on my bed, knowing that I'll be going back to sleep again while slowly sipping my tea. I placed the mug on my nightstand and laid back comfortably on my bedsheets and stared at the ceiling as if the roof was removed and all the stars came out to my house and paid some tribute to me by forming spectacle formations and abstract constellations. I feel even more peaceful now than I did before I woke up. I slowly went off to a meditative doze, knowing that I was ready to be sent off for another several hours of being in a house that's disturbance-free and knowing that the world still keeps on spinning after midnight.