Started was the Day

The day started as it always did, although there wasn't much difference with day and night. So I didn't really notice until I saw people up and about. The day started about as any other day, I hadn't woken up from anything; I can't sleep.. It's just not possible. The nights when I'm not roaming about, It's as if I'm just there, just a source of energy. So when everything is asleep, I become scared of what will become of me, so I try different things to stay awake.
It was as bright as a normal day, maybe even brighter than a normal day, The sun seemed like an ever growing fire, as I sat on the broken gargoyle's head, I noticed people going about their normal lives, but there was less than usual.. The noodles man; Mr. Ling had sweat dripping in beads around his face as he walked his regular route trying to sell noodles. I sat stagnant, on the gargoyle head. Looking around myself, trying to give something my mind to think about.
 Behind me, was an old apartment building which looked as if it used to have been a grand apartment a long time ago. To my right was an old rusty bench and a bus sign. To my left stood a giant shadow of a building, the burnt out lights of the sign read 'Little Sailor's......'. What was curious was that there was a hole in the top half of the old hotel, as if someone huge had taken a big bite out of it. My mind drifted then to the ground, it was sizzling, the heat was rising, and I could certainly see it. An ocean of visible heat rays lifting from the ground, I watched it for awhile... It just seemed so calm and soothing... and....
'Blink' ......  'Blink, blink' Suddenly, it was dark as if someone had blew out the candle of the world. It was too dark to be normal, at least at nightfall the lights of the apartments would be on, but this seemed off..
The people were afraid of the dark, how could they go without light.
How curious, the world; it was so dark.