He lived like a vampire…up all night till sunrise…talking to himself ’bout nothing particular…just liked to hear his own voice…kept him company…

And he’d sleep during the day…had wild dreams of women and lilacs in Spring…visions of being with a wife…a blonde…brunette…some redhead with straight teeth and a pretty smile…dreamt ’bout em all…couldn’t get enough of those dreams…drowned out his reality…loneliness…

Nights spent listening to trains go by…a cop car cruising down the street with sirens blarin’…the man down the hall talking on his cell phone…callin’ friends from far away…askin’ how the weather was in California…talkin’ ’bout the president…how a man in his position can’t get a break…

But…it was the days he loved the most…asleep under covers…dreaming of women…being a man of the house…all fears put aside for hours with eyes shut…closed off to reality…his reality…

The reality of loneliness…