An Oasis of Time

I am young.
I turn my light out at 10 or 11 in the summer. Everything
is gone, and then it comes back again in the morning.
Time doesn't pass, except for it does, it just doesn't really
feel like it. I stayed up till 4 the other night, because they were
too weak, you could call it, to stay up later. I think the thrill
of breaking these rules that are really okay to break
but still spark adrenaline banished any sense of tiredness
at least for me. I could've made it till the morning, but I was
bored, and I succumbed to nothing. What I realized that
night, more than anything, was not that my friends are
wimps. It was not even that taking risks thrilled me like
a drug. It was that the night is this haven of bliss, this
wide open oasis of time that is filled with potential. You can
do anything with the night, all the missed homework and
all the missed joy. I am missing out of the glory of the
night, and all it has to offer. I crave more time, and here
I find time. From homework to late-night runs, there is this
empty abyss of potential that is waiting for me. But
I must sleep. I must rest when I am not tired. They say
there is a good reason when stars come out. After all
I am young.