When the town is fast asleep

   Night time. They say, that’s when all the monsters come out. That’s the tale we been told to as a kids and still it carries through into the adulthood with the grotesque stories of what people are capable of. This night was not particularly special but nevertheless, it was not quite the usual one either. The fog slowly descended on the sleepy small town. Embracing the houses in it’s hollow embrace and filling up the streets with its mundane disorienting greyness. Echoes of the summer’s day past resonated in the quiet.The streets were empty,silence. The people of the town were reliving their day through the magic and horror of dreams and nightmares. Light from the lampposts was bouncing from puddle to puddle and enjoying the freedom of the night,stillness of the streets, with no wandering feet to disturb the game it was playing. Peace. Seems like that was the mood of the street that night but not for long.
   Solitary,shadowy figure emerged from the darkness of trees at the top of the road. The figure was standing still, as if surveying the environment ahead. A confused and lost soul ventured too far or was it one of those monsters?Menacing presence,skulking and hunting out the weak,sniffing out the bliss only to disturb it in the shadows of the night. The figure made it’s move. The movement was monotone,sluggish but steadfast. This presence had a purpose,a goal and only time will tell how it all unfolds and what intentions the figure has.

 
   As it slowly moved ahead,it seemed to ponder what was happening around. The dark shadowy figure was keeping eye on the lights,looking at the houses it was passing and pondering the life of day time. The fog offered a perfect escape for the figure but it seemed like it did not need one. It stopped at once. Hands outstretched,it remained still. Taking it in,embracing the night and the mystery of the fog. Embracing the dark and the empty,embracing the quiet and the stillness of the street. Euphoria,freedom,life! You could see the jubilation in the figures movement. The outstretched arms rose to the skies at once and figure started to jump and twirl and dance. Was this just a crazy lost soul living in the night or was it someone breaking truly free,the only time they can,the night time. The time when the world sleeps and the lights go out,when the fog settles in and the children stop to play. When the hassle and bustle of the day slows,stops and disappears. It seemed like this is exactly what the figure was searching for. Freedom,solace,silence. The liberty it seemed to be able to find only in the night,in the quiet and the peace. Only when the world engulfed in slumber, can this soul truly live free.
    Hour after hour passed. The figure stayed dormant,sitting on the sidewalk. Engulfed,embraced in fog and silence. With the hours passing and bringing the sun over, to signal a start of a brand new day for the sleepy town,the figure disappeared. Up the road and into the hills. For many it was a peaceful night,yet another night of a much needed rest but for this figure of ours,it was freedom. A taste,a slice of being free, of being yourself with no inhibitions. Nobody will know of this figure,nobody does. We will never know it’s story but it shall return again, as this, is when it feels most free. When the world sleeps,those few of us live. When you feel sorry for that figure in the dark or fear it,maybe they having the time of their life,you just haven’t noticed.