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A day like the rest. A night like any other.

Exhausted.

I take off my worksuit, carefully draping it over the back of my chair. Don't want stains on that chair, after all. He made that just for me.

Hell, made this whole place just for me. I take a look around the shop, then another.

Tools laid on on the shelf.
A can of grease.
A nice desk for finer work and its mate, the chair at its front.

Even I muster a little smile in thanks.

I look at the little clock on the desk: 3 AM, on the hour. Not surprising, it sure felt like it.

My feet carry me to the door, my hand pulls the cord to the light to call it a finished day. I turn my head just enough to see the moonlight break through the window and leave its white stripe across the cement floor.

Perfect.

Grasp the handle, turn, and step out into a cool breeze. Take a moment to savor it and unwind.

I reach into my pocket for my pack and a match, striking the grit and lighting the cigarette. Not that I need the match, but the smell is nice.

Take the first big breath, then release the smoke into the sky above. It dances in the air for but a few seconds before the breeze takes it away, becoming one with starry sky above.

Just like the rest of us.

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Description
A day like the rest. A night like any other.

Exhausted.

I take off my worksuit, carefully draping it over the back of my chair. Don't want stains on that chair, after all. He made that just for me.

Hell, made this whole place just for me. I take a look around the shop, then another.

Tools laid on on the shelf.
A can of grease.
A nice desk for finer work and its mate, the chair at its front.

Even I muster a little smile in thanks.

I look at the little clock on the desk: 3 AM, on the hour. Not surprising, it sure felt like it.

My feet carry me to the door, my hand pulls the cord to the light to call it a finished day. I turn my head just enough to see the moonlight break through the window and leave its white stripe across the cement floor.

Perfect.

Grasp the handle, turn, and step out into a cool breeze. Take a moment to savor it and unwind.

I reach into my pocket for my pack and a match, striking the grit and lighting the cigarette. Not that I need the match, but the smell is nice.

Take the first big breath, then release the smoke into the sky above. It dances in the air for but a few seconds before the breeze takes it away, becoming one with starry sky above.

Just like the rest of us.

---

Please consider supporting me on Patreon if you like my work: www.patreon.com/ratte
I also take ko-fi: ko-fi.com/ratteart
Patrons can access three alt versions here: www.patreon.com/posts/3-am-alt…