What’s your favorite time of day?

When I am reminiscing , and the light from the sun has faded away. As the moon begins to rise, bats out. Dogs barking, cats, hissing. People descending from their cars into their homes to cook themselves meals..

In between the acquiescence of a long coming and hopeful silence. A cooler temperature waits at the pane of the window. There is a hush in the house that can be felt and heard.

I no longer desire to move from where I lay. Yet, to lay there until wakefulness has no choice, but to knock on my door. It is now my mind wandering on the stars, planets, and everything else in between as I slip into a sweet serendipity coma I can only pull from dreams .