Most people who have ever worked at night shift will tell you it's creepy work.

You walk, open down the corridors of where you are, your instincts working over time,

sitting in mind on edge.

We are hardwired to fear the night, a time of helplessness, a time in which we slide

down the food chain, our body's craving rest, our senses ill-equipped to cope with the

dark.

For me, it's never been an issue.

To be honest, I kind of like it.

The dark.

When I do my rounds, I don't feel that fear.

I just feel peace.

When I walk the halls at night, I don't have to deal with people rushing around or jab

ring nonsense.

No extra responsibilities or requests.

No small talk.

No empty pleasantries.

Just the echoing of my own feet and the linoleum bouncing off the walls, the soft sounds

of patience breathing as I pass their rooms.

Sure, every now and then, one of them wakes up in a panic.

Pretty rare, but it happens now and then.

All I gotta do is call the on duty nurse and whoever it is takes care of it.

I glide on, finish my rounds, back to the front desk, back to my books.

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