11pm and on, mind slowly dissolving in sleep. Lights behind backyard trees, transforming into abstract shapes. Someone steps out of a backdoor, coughing several times heavily before opening a bottle. Somewhere, an elevator bell seems to ring, accompanied by the sound of a key chain opening unseen doors. There's an odd discomfort in these noises, these lights, this very moments. Resisting the urge to close the window. Not in the mood to dance with ghosts.