Someone else is on a chocolate binge and another is taking a late evening stroll. A jogger heads off on her nightly run and a light flickers out on Russell Boulevard. Someone is sighing. Someone is moaning. Someone is screaming.
Someone is at rest and someone lies in bliss.
Meanwhile the counterperson back at the cafe is cleaning out the espresso machine as her co-worker wipes off the tables and puts the chessboard away. A squirrel runs across Second Street while a friendly white cat sits purring on my neighbor's driveway. I am sleeping.