I like Oslo by night. So peaceful even though a view of the city lights at a distance from my balcony is all I get these days.
Every now and then I see them at 3 am, in their heels, from their cabs with their phones in their hands. As the look of it, it's been a long night for them too. I used to be one of them, dressing up, drinks, late nights. But now my late nights are spent inside in my pajamas, usually waiting, waiting for him to communicate in his own little way. And we he wakes up, I'm there. He know's I'm there. I like to know that he knows that I'm there.
My hubby wakes up when I get back. He sighs when I tell him that sleep is overrated. At daytime when the fatigue is at its worse, I tell him sleep is a luxury. My hands are tied, nothing I can do about the situation. And the sitch, well we have a baby here. And here is where I want to be right now. And here is good. Oslo by night is good.
