A Late Night Incident

Tonight was another night where I clocked in at the warehouse and found myself alone with the flickering security lights and the dull hum of machinery. While most would see this as just another shift, it triggered a peculiar urge within me that I've been trying to understand for weeks now. It's not that I mind being single; I’ve always enjoyed my independence. But lately, there’s an emptiness in these late hours that feels almost… primal. I don’t know what possessed me tonight as the shadows of the empty aisles cast long and menacing figures on the walls. The routine check on inventory turned into something more, a strange longing for human touch and warmth that I hadn't felt before. It’s not something to be ashamed of; it’s just part of being alive and awake when others are asleep. After my shift ended, I didn’t rush home like usual but lingered in the parking lot under the dim glow of street lamps. My thoughts wandered back inside as I tried to shake off that feeling, a mix of frustration and curiosity. Maybe it was just another quirk of this late-night existence, something to keep me company until morning light.