Yes, I noticed that all of a sudden it was 3 AM.
So I stepped outside to have a smoke and ponder
the next stage of my drawing. Having closed the
front door, and lighted my cigarette, taking that
first drag, I felt an intense compulsion to explain
myself. “Working,” I said out loud to my self
consciousness. “We’re getting things done.
Nothing to do tomorrow, let’s get it done now.
3 AM, working hard. That’s just how we get it
done.” I was convinced, after half a smoke,
turning to our poorly curtained window, but
there she was, walking back up the stairs.