It was a summer night around 2015. I came back from a beach trip earlier on and came home and just went to sleep. I woke up around 11PM thirty and hungry cause I was asleep all day. after I had a snack I felt mostly alert and didn't feel like sleeping so I took my mp3 player at the time and put some music on, something 80s cause it was my father's, probably modern talking or Michael Jackson iirc. I look out the window and there's this puppy outside so I go out to check it out. the sky was magical at night in a way I never noticed before. I sat out and listened to the music while admiring the sky. My sister woke up around 4am and came to join me (she was 17 at the time, I was 13). Thats when I fell in love with the night. wether it's a good day or a terrible day, staying up (when I'm able to) holds most of my peaceful and calm moments.
so yeah I stay Up alot, and I love going out in the summer with a thin dress and feel the breeze on my body and face
There is something genuinely addictive about that specific 2015-era nostalgia, especially with the 80s soundtrack and the absolute stillness of a house while everyone else is asleep. That feeling of being the only one "awake" in the world is where the best thinking happens, and those summer breezes you mentioned are basically the ultimate reset button for a stressful day. It sounds like you found a core memory that turned the night into your personal sanctuary rather than just a time to sleep.
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murugiehApr 1, 2026
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As a morning person, night time is definitely not my cup of tea
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EvabeckettxApr 1, 2026
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I totally get you, if i have had a bad day I often go for a night walk, usually along the sea front
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