I've always been a night person myself, after high school I started working the grave yard shift and I've never gone back to days since then. After a few years of going nowhere I decided to start taking night classes, it's not possible to really live on minimum wage, and I was tired of barely scraping by month after month. So here I am now, in the middle of my second semester, going for a business degree. I want to eventually open an all-night gym, our town doesn't have one. This is a shame because we have a thriving night life. I'm having trouble listening to my economics professor tonight. I'm usually not afraid of the dark, but on my way into class tonight I had the eerie feeling of being watched. I can't shake my head of this creepy feeling and I am dreading the walk back to my car. I'm not parked to far from the building but I know that my car will be the only one in the parking lot after class. I know it was stupid of me to park in that lot; it's the parking lot of a rundown building that used to be a grocery store that sits across the street from the campus. It was stupid but I was running late to class and didn't want to waste the time circling the building to access the proper lot. Suddenly, I was pulled out of my thoughts by a soft kick from under the table. Bringing myself back to the here and now I realized that the whole class was staring at me.
"Sorry I must be a little distracted today."
Looking at my professor, I saw his face soften a little. "You're usually a very attentive student so I'll let it slide this time. Now, as I was saying..." I turned to my seat mate and smiled.
"Thanks."
He smiled back "Not a problem. Consider it repayment for keeping me awake last class."
Keith was a nice enough guy from what I knew of him. The last few classes we had exchanged small talk over our breaks and helped to keep each other in line. Keith works days and has a wife and twin boys at home, night classes are all he can take right now. Sometimes he's just so exhausted in class he nods off during lectures. I try to keep nudging him awake when this happens, he's just trying to do right by his family and I don't want to see him fail. By the end of class I had completely zoned out again thinking about the eerie feeling I had earlier. The loud slamming of books beside me brought me back to reality and I smiled again at Keith for nonchalantly letting me know it's time to leave. I should have asked him then and there to walk me to my car, but I didn't. I'm a very stubborn person and I've never been afraid of the night before. On my way out of the building I gave myself a small pep talk.
