Where is my mind?

I like shops that stay open 24 hours a day, like those kebab shops in the city with plastic chairs and plastic tables and a TV from 1990 with illegal foreign satellite shows on. When I'm lying in bed at night I like to know that somewhere, someone will be awake all night. Supermarkets closing, all those fluorescent lights being turned off and the aisles being empty and wide, that really freaks me out. I don't like being at shopping centres around closing time, like 5.30pm, I hate those big grille things that they drag down over the shop doors, I hate it when the assistants drag those circular stand display things inside for the night. When I was little I used to be afraid of being locked inside the stores after they shut. Once, around Christmas, my Dad and my sister and I were frantically running around Myer looking for presents when the announcement came over that the shop would soon be closing and to please make our purchases and leave the store - Dad, being Dad, was in no hurry to obey a loudspeaker announcement but me, being the nervous type that I always have been, became so anxious at the idea of being LOCKED INSIDE that I have never forgotten that feeling, even though I couldn't have been older than four at the time. I like petrol stations and I like 24 hour gyms, all lit up at 3am, and I like Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights when people don't sleep, when I can be in town at any time and people are there, dancing their way into morning and sleepy days. I like lying in bed and listening to the sound of my Mum laughing at something on TV; I like that so much that sometimes I go to bed especially early so that I can sleep in the knowledge that my family are still awake, just downstairs, giggling at some stupid show or at Soda or at each other.