...when the noisy streets of Manila lay silent after Election Day.
Its past 2am, I stare at the window while I sit on the upper bunk bed -- my younger brother, now sleeping below me); his dog, Bran, a shitzu, half-awake somewhere in the room -- as the dead silence should've set me to sleep, moreover the time (for its way past my bedtime LOL) but I'm not sleepy yet.
