I shuffle my "socked" feet to the window to see the blue and red lights flashing brightly.

A few minutes ago, sirens blaring loudly.

Now there's two police cars running idly.

Frantically a woman scans the vicinity.

A officer questions the woman both carefully and calmly.

I watch carefully from my five story apartment.

Its an eerie feeling, watching the police stand as idly as their vehicles in the night.

As if they wish they could've dealt with something more interesting than a domestic fight between man and wife.

One of the officers come out of the building with a respectably tall man.

His hands clasped together as his wrists were bound by cuffs.

I wasn't surprised to see that his demeanor was resonating a sense of, "I don't give a ****!"

The woman locked eyes with the guy and immediately began foaming at the mouth with anger, pain, contempt, and disdain because of beatings and bruises that she has obtained.

From Him.

He was calm, cool, and collected.
From what it seemed, nothing he regretted.

Unaffected.

Before his head disappeared within the police vehicle, I could've sworn i saw him smile.

The dispatch scratched through the car.

Complex codes and orders resonated from afar, as the cruiser quietly accelerated, then the siren blared through the cold brittle midnight air.

Quietly i stood there and stared and stared until the both the sound and sight of the vehicle was no more.

I shuffled my "socked" feet back to my bed.
Back to sleep.