We sit huddled in the darkness; three sides of a triangle, faintly illuminated by an icy blue light. Like children around a campfire we tells stories. Like pseudo philosophers we share little snippets of wisdom, commenting on the state of our own little world of theatre.
Time moves slowly in the dark, but our conversation brings life to the shadows.
We speak like we're telling secrets-- and sometimes we are. Sometimes, we don’t speak at all: a comfortable silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
We smile, we snicker, we laugh, covering our mouths so as not to be heard.
It’s a camaraderie built on a mutual situation, but we make easy companions. And at the end of the night, I leave wrapped in a sense of contentedness, knowing that through the turbulence that is my life, there are small sanctuaries like this for me to lose myself in. It's hard to imagine that just beyond the wall there is a world so much brighter and stranger than ours.
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