Michel Legrand is playing. Music from The Other Side of Midnight. Moving.

Moving me to wonder if I will see her on the other side. Of midnight.

I've counted the midnights as I stay up late. Waiting.

Perhaps a message will appear.

Perhaps not.

So.

No.

Have to go.

It's time to go to bed.

Finally going to sleep, until the dawn.

Dawning realization that no message has come.

My confidence is ebbing. Fading away. Not today. Perhaps tomorrow.

Perhaps on the other side of midnight. Perhaps. But don't depend upon it, pal.

Thirteen lines is bad luck. Fourteen now.