Saturday 3:00 am
Luke, she called softly. But there was no answer. He was sound asleep. His face was facing the other way, and his breathes rhythmic. She moved closer to him, her hand on his back. The warmth of his body gave her a sense of assurance. It was dark and quiet in the room. There was no sound. If she got up and looked out of the window, there was nothing to see, except the orange street lights and the shadows under the tree. The city, in its slumber, was void of movements and sounds, the hustling and rustling of its inhabitants. How terrifying it was, she thought, the city at night, and this dreadful quietness. It was 3:00 am. She was wide awake. The window was slightly open, and the curtain was disturbed by the air. In the still darkness, she lay flat on her back. It was a warm starry night after a long walk that she said "I hope we can just sit here through the night". "You must be crazy", he laughed. Behind him, the tall grass and high trees flickering in t...