He is looking at me with that face he makes when he thinks too much. This park is so quiet at night, and my feet feel so cold. I suddenly regret not wearing a shoes with very warm socks, this sandal looks stupid now. I am swinging in silence, looking back at him. I was about to say I am leaving when he suddenly asked, “What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?”

“Not tonight, really, not tonight. I am going home. I need sleep, a long one”, I said back.

“Don’t you know that a midnight hour comes when everyone has to take off his mask? Do you think life always lets itself be trifled with? Do you think you can sneak off a little before midnight to escape this?” he lift up his head a little bit as I am standing, ready to walk home.

“Damn, you are terrible person to talk to”, and I turn away, walking in a rush, thinking about my bed and questions it never asks.