Midnight’s mysticism and magic immersed. Like a fairy tale character, I lived in another realm. A realm of loquacious cats, anthropomorphic bats who argued with me and upside down illogical events. Is Midnight the end of the day or the start? It could be both.
I run to midnight as a place rather than a time. Turning around slowly, I view it from every sweet angle. Breathing in the heady aroma, I become giddy. With a witch’s power, a spell falls. For status quo. Returning home to a housewife’s humdrum life contrasting against midnight’s electricity. My simple wish was granted.