And the clock strikes four in the morning.

Ah, the time of the night where I would usually be in deep sleep.

The city is dark and quiet.

Devoid of sound.

I shut my textbook and all the study guides for the night.

The city is all the same, but it's nice to be back and finally see some life and color. It's nice to be in my room again. It's nice to be with my mom again. It's nice to sleep in my bed again. It's nice to finally relish some only-in-NY food. It's nice to...

uh..

too sleepy

good night.