"it's so quiet at three in the morning", Timothy said to himself. "it's like i'm the only one around and i have all the world to myself." Timothy had this thought most of the times he was awake at this time. he hadn't the stress of the day-lit world at these times. he was in his own world, his stress-free, no-responsibility world. if only things could stay like this, he thought.

it was hard to think that the other world, the day-lit one, was real. it just didn't seem right. why wasn't it working out the way it was supposed to? it must be a dream or a nightmare because his transition from student to professional and from child to adult just wasn't working out. where is the switch to flip in order to make the change? what am i supposed to do to make it happen, asked Timothy.

in his night-world Timothy was safe and secure. he felt sure of himself and where he was. why the discrepancy? why can't the other world be this easy? something must be wrong.

Timothy eventually got sleepy enough to lay in his bed. he thought for a while longer until finally falling asleep.