Why not 4 am?

It is a serene night; it is quiet and warmer than before. Almost like the night a few months ago, it was when I was green to studying and decided to befriend the early hours of the morning. 4 a.m. with fog outside like a scene from the movie Casablanca, with the mood as nostalgic. "How many secrets can you keep? There's this tune...". Light reverberations from the master bedroom can be heard, every intake of breath, a snore. I never used to sleep after my dad slept, and wasn't used to trying to drown out the snores that cut the calm like a pebble in a still lake. If only he could stop. Even now it is constant, hardly a night goes by without a snore. By now it has become a part of the night, a rhythm of familiarity. A welcomed reminder. Every night spent, wearing down on the spot on the rug, so much that there is a faint difference. No difference to those that have not been a part of the night in a small, lit room,(the only one still lit on the whole street), just to the owner of the rug, only to me. The four walls are a part of me, leaving this....this small haven....will rip apart and add in a new part of me. Hopefully the next small room is as comforting as this one. A solace. Even if the circumstances are as unpredictable as they can be. Hopefully its Ann Arbor and not anywhere else. I don't want it to be anywhere else. Hope, is not all I can do! I have more, I am more. Hope will not be the decider of where I spend my next four years. I can't let Hope be the decider. Too many other people that have Hope deciding for them. It's too long of a wait. No, not a wait, a race, its always been a race. Why a race? Was there no other way? Why race and not something like bridge? Instead of mindlessly sprinting to the destination, not caring for those around, continuing on to the only finish line, why not use some teamwork, a unique method, multiple ways to victory, and maybe a little luck. Its a game, not a race. "...crawling back to you", the song fades in and then away, a bass guitar holding on till the end. Its too early, not late enough, dawn peeks through.