It's Saturday night, and sleep doesn't come easy. I step outside, meet a friend, and we wander through the cool night air, savoring the quiet and the peace of staying up late together.
I hold a hot cup of coffee, its warmth comforting against the chill. A cigarette accompanies me, its smoke drifting lazily as every sip of coffee brings a sense of relief and calm to my soul.
I watch as the cat sleeps tightly, its soft breathing rhythmic and peaceful. It's becoming my night companion, a quiet presence that brings comfort as the darkness settles around us.
Some people may understand this feeling—insomnia as a constant mate, never letting me rest. I toss and turn, struggling to shut my eyes, but it’s no use. I decide it’s better to go out, embrace the night, and let the cool air calm my restless mind.
The night drifts on, and it’s already 1 o’clock. I find myself still standing on the side of the street, lost in thought, the quiet of the night echoing around me.
A friend is someone who shares all things in life, both the joys and struggles. As my friend opens up, I feel a sense of relief, my heart lighter. It's comforting to know someone understands, and my feelings of heaviness begin to fade away.
Sometimes, friends don’t offer solutions to my difficulties, but just sharing makes everything feel more open. New ideas begin to emerge as we talk. The night grows colder, yet I remain here, finding solace in the conversation, the quiet, and the companionship.