The sky is dark. The world is asleep. Except you, you are awake. Well awake.

The more you wander the outside at night, the more you start to adjust. Things you would normally see, the simple houses of the neighborhood, the shiny metal cars, the green lush trees, they all are turned a dark blue by the beautiful moonlight. You hear a dog barking, a horde of crickets chirping, but most importantly, you can hear yourself walk. In the silence of the night. You have never been a particularly loud person, always staying out of trouble and appreciating the quiet town you live in. Your life is good, simple, and you like it that way. You hear footsteps.