Hospitals are eery things at night.
Patients lie in their beds, twisting and turning in their unconscious sleep. I am jealous of them. I am sat at the lone computer behind the nurses desk, sat almost glued to the screen as my brain is not completely functioning. I have switched off, and am running on auto pilot. Two other nurses sit with me, passing time in the same wasteful way. We do not talk to each other, or even acknowlage each other, afraid to make a noise in case we wake one of the lucky ones, in the land of nod.

A solitary light from the end of the corridor casts a shadow of light onto the doors beyond. It is light out there, Here, It is a dark cave. I walk over to the window, a city twinkles beneath me, silent and still.

Yes, the world becomes strange on nights at the hospital. Maybe it is not the world that changes, maybe, it is me.