Staying up late
As the night turns into 11pm, I resolve myself to another night solo. That thought is quickly broken by a single tone. A bright sound to notify me that another person has stayed up just as long as I have.
As 11 moves to 11:30, we talk about our day. The ups, the lows, and the stupid shit that might've happened. Time continues, but without us.
As 11:30 turns to 12:30, we've decided to be productive. You have an assignment, and I, a paper. We work in tandem, well, at least you do. Silence doesn't take over though, as making sure the other knows how bad of an idea homework at midnight is remains our top priority.
As we roll into 1:30 and 2, you've finished and I've barely started. But now, school is the furthest thing from our minds. The feeling of mutual comradery for lasting into the night like this has given us a temporary trust like you'd find between long-time friends, despite knowing you for a much shorter time. Our conversations are nothing short of random, but that's the fatigue slowly setting in.
As we reach 2:30, you're the first to notice the time. Neither of us really want to wrap up tonight, but we know all too well that the rest of the day will come with or without us, and sleeping that entire time may be frowned upon. But it's the message that reads 'should go sleep, I'll talk to you later' that finally bursts the bubble that has kept us hidden from time. Fleeting moments pass in an instant, and we're caught up to the human pace again, leaving only the thoughts and messages as any evidence that it ever happened.