The Shift That Changed Everything

Every night at 2 AM, when the hustle of the hospital slows and the only sounds are machines beeping and nurses shuffling papers, I find myself staring out the window instead of tending to patients. It's not that I'm tired or bored; it feels like a strange connection to the quiet life outside these walls. I can see families sleeping soundly in their homes, away from our world of urgent care and endless shifts. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else notices how the night sky reflects differently inside these hospital halls than out there where dreams aren't interrupted by alarms. Am I alone in this? Is it okay to miss ordinary life so much while trying to help others find theirs?