The four My Little Ponies of the apocalypse

Do you remember when you were in school and you'd stay up late, after everyone else was sleeping or passed out, having an absolute heart-to-heart with a friend? Do you remember how cathartic, how gut-wrenching, how that felt?
I have always loved being awake when noone else is. Being an insomniac, this is fortunate. As much as I love sunny days and lazy afternoons, I have always loved being awake in the perfect quiet of the middle of the night, or in that charged stillness of the early day.
The cousins were in town, including my favorite one, the clever and sensitive one, and we stayed up talking until it was too cold to sit on the porch anymore, and it felt like home, and like youth, and like whatever that contentment is that is the opposite of lonely.
((If "atypical" is the opposite of "typical," why isn't "alone" the opposite of "lone?"))
Thanks, cousin.