It’s a placid, odd sort of night. Perhaps it is because of some celestial abnormality. Maybe that may come into play. I’m not sure. It could be the change in the weather; ushering in the march of an early autumn…  This day has had a strange feeling about it. Last night’s dreams still cling to me today. The past weekend is like a stale piece of bread. Numbness grips me, as I lie here in wait. I suspect something from this night. I’ve been here before. Like a phantom, I meander through the halls of my memories. But this night… This night is all of it’s own….