You were awake when he switched off his bedroom light and the curtains released their illuminated glow. All was dark. You went to sleep, slept fitfully, awakened to the digital clock at your bedside showing a paltry number. You are awake.
You look out the window and see his curtains glowing. Right now, in the quiet dark hours of the middle of the night, he too is awake. You are awake because you can't sleep. And because your mind races to his window. You want to tap on it. You want to ask him, with concern you know isn't proper: Why are you awake in these dark hours?