Night Prowler.
You're up now and covered with a sheen of sweat which makes you shiver as the night air stirs the stillness of the room. The sky is a strange hue of dark and it's too late for this type of madness. It's more like a craving. Yes, admit it...you desire it. You crave for it. The type of craving that comes in the wee small hours and invades your dreams like the dying embers of a long lost friendship.  When you know that making that call is something you must not do. Even though every fibre of your being is aching to dial the number that tickles your fingertips. When you know nothing else will do. Maybe a glass of cold water will help? And as you round the corner of the bedroom you think you see what you need just sitting there. As if it were destiny. "Could it be?", you squeeze your eyes shut as the hot mess of tangible madness washes over you. The want in you rises like a crashing tide and you give in, not caring what will happen tomorrow. For tonight you want nothing else but this moment. You pick up the phone and bite your lip until it hurts as you wait for the only voice that can still the turbulence in your soul. There's a click, and a hello, you swallow your pride, "can I get a large Hawaiian pizza with....extra cheese...please?"