Stillness of the night

I don't know why, but I have always had an affinity with the night, or to be more exact, the wee hours of morning. It might be the quiet, or the loneliness that comes with having the rest of your household in dreamland, but whatever it is, it has always been my most productive chunk of time. In this stillness, I won't be interrupted by my dad's nagging, my mum's constant queries, my siblings rambunctious pranks. With this solitude, my ideas are allowed to form and evolve. Even now, in this undecidedly non-early morning surroudings, ironically writing about this special twilight zone, my thoughts are constantly being intruded upon by my sister plotting on the phone. Yes, very ironic indeed.