Happiness does not come easily to all frogs. It is easy to fall into the flow of superficial satisfaction from priorities determined by other frogs. But then night falls and the frog is in bed when it all begins. Alone in the dark, the frog becomes overwhelmed by suppressed feelings and thoughts. The frog must decide whether to live tomorrow as they have lived today.
The night is an abacus on which to count regrets. In the simple, one-dimensional mindset of rest the frog can think over paths they could have taken and gamble for the results they will never experience. Mistakes and wrong doings seem bolder; the frog is judged only by itself at night.
The darkness eliminates any self-constructed appeasement to the frogs' sanity. The acceptable becomes unbearably heavy and yearning towards far-away frogs becomes a burden. The distance is magnified when the frog considers the difference in time; the sun marks the end of one's day and the beginning of another's. Questions whether the far-away frog feels the same arise and cannot be entertained. A phone call is contemplated but left unperformed.
The frog is torn, ripped apart from within by the hands of their solitude. The one other frog who truly understands them, the only frog who they share everything with is out of immediate reach. Memories of time shared with the beloved rush through the frog's head as they realize how much they miss that one frog and how lucky they are to have found that frog from amongst all the other frogs in the puddle. One day they will be together, this our hero knows as a fact. With this in mind she rolls over, wipes away the tears and drifts off into dreams turned sweet from their previous agony.
