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My favorite part of staying up all night

Is when everyone starts getting the days confused

Not knowing if Now is Today

or still Last Night

or to make plans for Tomorrow

or Later

or if it matters

Usually the concensus is no



Past a certain point, someone mentions the Time

every hour, just in passing

every hour reminding us we're breaking the rules

Feeling the bond of enduring a whole cycle

I walk outside into the cool, crisp, quiet air

Looking at the dark, silent windows of all the

     neat     little     houses



It never fails, someone points out the sun

Whether with a groan or gleeful laugh

It's continuing the cycle

Bringing in a new stage

Tonight, Today, Tomorrow

Whatever you want to call it.



I've witnessed the whole thing

I'm attached to this 24-hour bubble we call a Day,

defining its start and end with the Sun

We've been through this rotation together

Each of the 86,400 individual seconds has

passed by my

open eyes