Every so often I’ll have one of these really bizarre nights. Nights when space itself seems to have shifted a little out of line, and I feel as if I’m on the verge of seeing everything all at once. I lie there in my futon, unable to fall asleep, listening to that clock up there on the wall, and the ticking of the second hand and the rays of moonlight that stream across the ceiling dominate the night, just like they did when I was a little girl. This night will go on forever.
