Someone called out my name.

A loud whisper. Close.

Did I feel a cold breath?

I sat straight up in the bed.

Darkness. 

The alarm clocked glowed green.

A few minutes past 3 A.M.

I reached for the light switch.

A dream. Or a wish?

The door was locked. The windows secured.

I was alone.

As I've been for quite a while now.

To be lonely is not to be free.

Or happy.

I have always been surrounded by family.

Friends. 

My children.

No longer tired I put on a pair of jeans, 

the same t-shirt as yesterday.

Sneakers.

Went out in the dark night. Onto the streets of 

a city thatnever sleeps.

They say.

I don't know if they sleep or not. The people of Hongkong.

At least nobody slept in the street.

Neither did I meet anybody awake.

I got lost in the narrow labyrinth of hilly streets which is the

neighborhood I dwell in at the moment.

The bars and restaurants and laundry shops and pawn shops

were all dark and closed.

I came upon a place named "Joyce doesn't live here".

I figured that was probably true as it was a bar.

A sign sat outside. 

Sad Hour. It read.

How true, I thought.