Last night I was up until 2 AM. It shouldn't be a surprise because that seems to be a normal bed time for me nowadays. Actually, it is 2-4 AM is when I go to sleep. Study study study. The night takes me away and forces me to stay.

The night continues to force me to stay with him. He calls it a "date." To be honest, it isn't much of a date at all. He just keeps me up all night, as he lets me watch time float right by me. So quick. But sometimes, he forces me to watch the time move slowly. He whispers in my ears things I don't want to hear, and reminisces about what just happened. Regret. Oh so painfully slow.

I'm on one of them slow dates right now.