Saturday, 29th of May 2038

It was my 70th birthday today. Well, technically yesterday now that the clock has struck midnight. It was the first midnight spent in darkness. I tried the light switches, just to make sure they really did cut the power. It took me a little while to check them all, walking all over my penthouse with the rollers in my hair bouncing up and down in every step I took.

I wondered if others did the same. They must have lit candles and stared at the bright streetlights outside while struggling to accept their new life, I reckoned. No power after midnight, they must have reminded themselves when they reached for a light switch mechanically. No power in their houses until sunrise.

Of course, now is easier; the days are long and the nights short. In winter, though, when the nights become longer and the cold comes banging at every door and every window, they will start suffocating in their home's darkness. They will start bumping on tables and chairs or losing things until the morning, not being able to find them in the night. They will be bored out of their minds.

As for me, I don't mind. Midnight is such a curious time; far from dusk, further from dawn, yet the middle, the end, the restart. In the black my soul is free. It was as if for the first time I could feel my edges, my skin, as if they are the boundaries of the heaven I contain within.

It's getting harder to write under the candlelight though; my hands are not as deft as they used to either. Until tomorrow then.