Novel & Cerita Things To Do At 2 Am

Amber said as she hugged me. "Nothing much. I've just been working. You?" "School... Lots of studying." "Ugh... I'm so glad I finished school." "Enough of that, though. It's Saturday night; let's go have some fun!" We both laughed as Amber drove off. "What time does the concert start again?" I asked. "Eight." "It's six o clock right now. What are we going to do in the meantime?" "Well, we could go shopping for a while and get something to eat since the food downtown is so expensive. What do you think?"

Which part did I not see? It's two o'clock in the morning, and I'm still wide awake. Unlike the way Zachary and I used to have sex, he seemed to be restraining himself from exhausting me too much. Even though I was surprised, I just shrugged it off. In the end, I just decided to get dressed and leave the room to go to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and got a beer out of there, hoping it could put me to sleep.

As I quietly slipped out of Penny's embrace, the neon numbers of the clock reading 4:15 am glowed in the darkness. I paused, savoring the peaceful sight of her sleeping. Resisting the urge to shower — an action becoming more of a compulsion than a necessity — I headed towards my office instead. I knew there, amidst my technological sanctuary, I could delve into work without disturbing her slumber.

I huff in annoyance, wiping my eyes before turning to look at the low beeping digital clock on my nightstand. It is just a couple minutes past 2am in the morning! “Ugh!” I can't believe Dane is already messing with my sleep just hours after moving in here. I am really going to be so fucked up if this is any indication that my future night rests will always be meddled with. Right now, I am really tempted by my sleepy muscles to lie back on my bed, to ignore the crashes and continue enjoying my peaceful sleep. But those crashes were loud, too jarring, and they happened twice.

"Checking out the building. In the daytime, it is packed. They seem to operate in two shifts, probably starting around 6am, and most have left by 9pm. That is when it is just the night staff. From the people who arrived after 8pm, it's about 50 total. That number probably drops to 40 after midnight as some where clearers" We stay up the rest of the night developing a plan. Tomorrow at 1am, we strike.

it just didn’t seem like that big of a deal. That’s why when I looked down at my phone tonight and saw the time was 2:30am... Just a couple of hours past the magical midnight number, it didn’t concern me all that much. I just finished making out with the hot guy I’d met downtown and decided to return back to Dr. Thorpe’s house. He’d probably be in bed sleeping, anyway. It wouldn’t be overly difficult for me to tiptoe through the home without disturbing him. My cell phone has a light. I do that kind of thing all the time, it’s no big deal.

None of them were why I was doing it. Are you okay? Eleven p.m. became midnight. Midnight became one. One became two. I lay in my bed in my Koreatown apartment with the windows cracked and the cello neighbour mercifully silent, watching the text that wasn't being answered. Koreatown at two a.m. is its own kind of quiet. The dumpling houses are closed. The karaoke bars across the street have powered down. The street sweeper went by an hour ago. There's the soft hum of the building. The fridge is doing its fridge thing. Just me, in the dark, on my side of the wall, waiting.

The only thing that was going in my mind ever since is that shadow... I've been laying on the bed since hours but I am not able to sleep at all. Turning to my right I saw the clock has hit 2am. I really don't want to think about anything uncomfortable right now because I'm pretty sure I am the only one awake at this hour.

Don't disturb me. 'Who says you can sleep when I can't sleep?' She replied me and joined me on the bed, pulling the duvet from my body. I shivered. The night was extremely cold. 'Zee, please. It's almost 2AM, let me sleep. I beg of you.' 'Come on baby. Let's gist or play a game.' I sat up on my bed, laughing. 'Play games at 2AM? Haba. We're not ghost or spirit. Just go back to your room.'

I bolt upright, sweating, panting…what the fuck! “Why are you waking us all up at 2 a.m., man?” Spooky grumbles from his side of the room. Why did we get doubles?