One

The neighbourhood is an interesting place at 1 o’clock in the morning. Street lights shift to alternate-pole lighting. The last public transit vehicles have left the area. Almost everything that needs sleep is unconscious in its home. And then there’s me, sitting a well-lit room hammering away on a keyboard while solving problems with raw math and a playlist of loud music. Nozomi does her best to ignore me.

There is a lot to like about one in the morning. The only caveat is that the boy will expect me to be awake and ready to play no later than 7:00am.