in the night

yeah, all the time, all the time

She had all the time in the world now. As the clock stuck two am, she pressed the song on repeat. She was in love with the song. The chords. The bass. The melody. The lyrics. But his voice. It was all she heard within the song. Him.

Yet she'd spent her night replaying the song, letting her body flow and silkily move across the wooden floor. The lighting creating the hazy atmosphere she felt whenever she was with him. Barely able to see, only the things in front of her. Everything else was unknown.

All the time. She had all the time. And she wasted it doing this. Night after night.

Constantly...