Out of my window


I see a car coming driving in, turning around before reversing into the parking lot just below my window. That’s my neighbour coming home from work as usual.


Another one of those random cars drive by, and I wonder whether he’s visiting, or has just returned home from some after-dinner activity of sorts.


I hear loud thumpng noises right through my walls. Has to be my neighbour turning up the music as usual. Now I know that it’s not my brother who does that, since he’s away in Mauritius right now, only to return on Sunday afternoon.


I see the outside getting somewhat darker, a sign that everyone in the block is heading to bed and turning out the lights. The only light I see comes from the neighbouring estate, the glare of a construction crane that works the night away as everyone returns to slumberland.


The last light in the block is turned off. That light belongs to me.

Goodnight, Singapore.

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