Mothers had tucked in their children for the night. Clicked off the lights. Enjoyed that last glass of wine before laying themselves down.
The last shops had closed their doors, store-workers clocking out and locking up before trudging home in the dark.
I followed the streetlights that led me out of town; there was an eerie darkness in the space between the glowing bulbs.
All around me the world slept. Shadows creeped. And I walked. Spurred on by some force that wouldn’t give me rest. That begged me to explore.
It was the hour for ghosts and ghouls. For monsters and beasts.
It was the hour for dreams.