one morning the night started leaking through
i was trying to stop it, sticking my fingers in the holes but there were so many, i just gave up and watched it all happen. i was with pan, we were heading down to the beach, i like to wander down there in the early hours of morning, check the surf, watch the surfers, grab a coffee, read the papers but i'd only just left the house, was throwing a ball for pan, when quite unexpectedly night poured into the day. the whole thing took about five minites.
obviously at first i was taken by surprise, just the weirdness and the scientific implausibility of it all, but after a while as it filled into the rest of the day i just accepted it and carried on walking into town. people passed me and neighbours came running out of their homes, children carrying half eaten toast, dad's scratching their heads clutching the financial section of the newspapers, i attempted to explain it to a small crowd of mums pushing prams but they just looked as if i was a madman. 
it was obviously some strange astronomical effect, a kind of eclipse type event.
sirens wailed in the distance, a helicopter flew low over the coast and i watched the surfers come in from the ocean, all looked glad to be on land, all seemed equally as baffled as the spectators. lights were coming on in homes, cars driving along switched on their headlights and a few shops lit up along the high street. i wandered along to my favourite coffee shop, the garden cafe where they play brian jones town and the dandies, where the coffee is always good, where i fell in love with a exotic customer in a purple coat as she waited for her take away latte, but today she was nowhere in sight and the papers lay scattered across the tables, as customers discussed the strange event.
they rush up to me, 'what's going on' pleading for an answer. 
i shake my head, 'don't know, the night just leaked in.'
people whispered and murmured to others, a man said to his wife, 'it leaked, that guy said it just leaked right in.'
everyone seems to be discussing this and eventually it is accepted as a legitimate. people return to their newspapers and lattes, the waitress starts serving the long queue that has formed, housewives return to their duties, husbands to their cars.
i sit down and wait for my coffee, wondering if the day is really starting or ending.