Freedom

There I sit in the night. It's my night because nobody knows that I am here.
The Internet connection is there only feeble but I saw it and it incited that spark that I needed to become aware of this.
This is my night.
It is my night.
Split into half in the reflections of the mirrored door that hides my little kitchenette.
Just hair to the waist and skin. It is my reflection. In my little room. That is mine tonight. Nobody knows that I am here.
Ah, how I love it.
Neneh Cherry. My music. Nobody to disagree with. My taste. My pace.

Sometimes it takes strange nights for strange thoughts.
You gotta be fortunate. Yeah.
Remembering all. Remembering it all.
All those stories. Of lonely nights. Many nights. That were all mine.
Strange vibes. Strange emotions. Strange thoughts and ideas. In a woman's world. this is my world. Fluorescent blue the shimmer on my skin. Reflections of technology. And I am wearing the mask sometimes. At night. On the way what we call home. Yet just being a transient among transients. A dirty bus. Dirty tired faces. Masks. And involuntarily almost, yet protectively, I acquired it too.
The big city mask. Wearing the weary mask.
Defensive. Inflexible. Smiles come a long way. Tired. Evasive. Introverted. Curious, secretively.

There I sit. Naked.