A few hours later, I follow him into his room. He climbs into bed and stretches out, flat on his back. The miniature yellow horse near the bureau and the glowing blue fish next to the door provide oblong pools of hazy light on the floor. I turn out the overhead light and leave the door halfway open. His voice comes out of the darkness.
Some people are up late because of their jobs.
Or anyone else who needs to be awake. Lots of people work late at night. Sometimes people can't sleep. Sometimes I wake up with them, too. Once it was, umm, around two and the streetlights were still on outside.