My favourite time of the day is when it is no longer day; when night has fallen.
I step out of my house, into the dark, waiting to be embraced by the ineffable love and consolation it gives me.
But oh! as the sky begins to breathe darkness, so does the world existing beneath it.
As I walk down the streets, the night scares me. I see shadows lurking round the corner; I see their greedy gaze piercing through the dark, running towards me; I see their selfish hands cutting the atmosphere, extending towards me; I see their brutal thoughts waiting for me to fall into their trap; I see them ***** me, kidnap me, **** me, **** me; I see- I see them leave me dead altogether.
As the night falls, I run away from my favourite time of the day.