10pm. Slow stop. A different physical kind of exhaustion. Piano through headphones, before the stars move by and evening completely fades. A late Sunday dinner still taking place across the street, huge candles on a huge table and the flickering of the shadows grows into stories and movies of its own. Spending a few odd moments lip syncing random lines of imaginary conversations. And then turning away, in a sudden feeling of guilt and shame, as if being an uninvited guest in an intimate environment. Retreat. Rinsing away the hours. Embracing sleep again. Have a calm night wherever you are.