The night draws on,
I couldn’t care less.
The world I am in is just for me,
Created by someone far away,
Hoping for someone like me to come along,
And love what they worked on,
Don’t I owe them the courtesy?
The pages go by at an incredible speed,
While they spent far more than me,
Giving me this treasure.
I am absorbed,
It may not be the great work of some long-dead person,
But it amazes me,
Moving me to tears or laughter.
That is not enough to describe,
The feelings it can evoke in me.
It does not allow me to sleep,
I have no qualms,
I will continue until the aching loss of the last page registers.
Then I will sleep,
As the rest of the world around me is slowly coming to life,
The birds beginning their tweeting and chirping,
The early risers rising,
The lone vehicles zooming down my street.
I am asleep.