1am, dancing around my living room with the girls, glow sticks in hand, perfectly transitioning music. Tori singing about her leather for a three minute span then something instrumental without missing a beat.

3am, laying on a blanket in front of my apartment with my girls. Looking at the stars, picking out shapes in the clouds. The air cool, the grass making my pants damp as I take in another drag from my cigarette.

4am, head swimming, my day coming to a close. Heavy hands, Tori again singing to me while playing her harpsicord. Knowing that sleep is inevitable now, not caring much as I sit in front of the computer as the apartment and its inhabitants finally settle for the night, long after the rest of the world has drifted away.