Not in the morning...

Its late, or its early, depends on the way you look at it. I haven't slept, so I will call it late. It has been a busy day, and night, and the work is not done yet, but I am here, slowly picking at the keys. No, I'm not really sleepy.
It's peaceful, you know, at night, when there is not a soul around, the only sound is the constant whir of machines, yes, I am inside the lab, somehow it feels better being awake in the lab alone, home would probably make me sleep, yes, right now I feel better in the lab.
So you will read this, perhaps in the mail, probably in the morning, when its all bright and sunny, and I will seem silly, I will think myself silly, but I just had to write.
For it was a peaceful moment, neither here nor there, between a busy tomorrow and an already forgotten yesterday, a moment when you are utterly and completely alone, yet protected and sheltered by civilization.
The lab lights go off when I don't move for awhile, but they turn back on by themselves this time, did I move? No.
Words, they are empty, but I just had to try, you know, because there was a moment...
of stark absolute nothingness.