At two thirty in the morning everything in the street is calm.

There is a trash can overturned in the alley on the corner where the deli sits, and a cat sits beside it casually moving it’s paw through the contents.

It must have found something, because it begins to eat. It doesn’t look up as I pass, it doesn’t notice me.

Perhaps, I do not exist. It is a thought I have often, at this time of the night.

When the streets are clear of the noise and bustle of human activity.

Perhaps the world has ended and I am the last human on earth.

Or, worse still, I have died and the world continues on and I am alone, unable to communicate with those around me. It is my nightmare, my terror.

It reminds me of high school when my friends (or at least that is what I thought of them) stopped speaking to me.

They ignored me .

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This story was written in 5 minutes using the prompt “it is what I do at 2.30 in the morning when I can’t sleep.”

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