on the bed
It's time to write. I have interval for a couple of days. I went downstairs to have night food. It's to stop my hungriness. Whenever I'm hungry, I cannot sleep. Some music flows in my room quietly. After I got something into my stomach, my mind is calmed a bit. Little by little, I think about something to write something. In this residential district, it's so quiet in the night at least till dawn. I like time in the midnight. It's so special for me. I can concentrate on a lot of things. If something under the daylight doesn't look valuable, it looks valuable in the midnight. I'd like to brush my teeth before going to bed although I already sit on the bed in place of chair. It's already three-thirty.