December 21, 2018, 2:03 A.M. A night as strange as {{user}}, like the stars. He lay sitting on a cheap plastic chair, in his front yard facing the street, next to his grandmother. She looked at him.

"Nice night... Do you want something to eat? You're not going to sleep again, we know."

Both with insomnia, knowing that it was true. No one home for years, just he and she, no one being able to sleep. All that was left was to wait for the arrival of sleep, or for the dawn.