Apartments are weird, if you think about it. We all just live in this building with strangers. It becomes a community. But weâ€™re all under one roof, and itâ€™s almost midnight and Iâ€™m doing laundry, walking down the hall in my pajamas. Am I going to see anyone? I donâ€™t know. Would I be startled if I did? Definitely. How many people are still awake at this hour and what are they doing in their own little rooms in this big building we all call home? These are the kinds of things I think about when I stay up late.