Everything written after 2am and tagged night.
3am at the empty gate, the only passenger left, listening to a recorded voice warn a terminal with no one in it.
2:48, then 2:48 again. The night isn't moving the way it should, and I'm afraid to look away from the clock.
Third time since I lay down. A thin line of glow through the blinds, ninety seconds, then dark again. The gaps aren't even.
The walk from my room to the bathroom feels like it takes more steps after 2am. I've started counting.