Its not so good when you're the only one awake.
I'd love to feel that I'm the only one awake in the whole street, the whole world, of course, but that's different; right now I'm the only one in this house awake, or at least I think-hope-pray I am, because woe betide me if I wake my parents up with keyboard tapping.
If I was alone in the house - if it was my house, like I want it to be - then I'd have the radio on and the damn incense burning because everyone should have a New-Age moment when its twenty past midnight, and I'd run a bath and do yoga and drink hot chocolate and burn candles and dip my fingers in the wax.
Maybe I wouldn't have the radio on, because I want to listen to the rain.
But I would definitely be eating chocolate and I might be baking too, who knows, there might be raspberry and apple slice in the oven with brown sugar sprinkled on top.
But the radio would have to be on for a while at least, because I'd tune it to some 70s pop ballads and dance awfully around the kitchen. Right before hunting down every scented body cream someone gave me for my birthday and figuring out what it smells like if you put them all on together.
No-one should be serious after midnight.