Vibrant sounds began to pound against my eardrums, but as time flew by slowly, the sounds started to become clearly. Pulling my skin from the tip of my fingers; night already had me trapped with all the other marauders that wonder aimlessly under orange street lights. I played with the warm visible air exhaling from my lungs, twirling it in circles as it evaporated in the distant, cold air.

Everything feels so real with the cool air against my crimson cheeks. The thoughts that floated around the twelve a clock began to disappear and in the air and serenity calmed my mind. After a while the sun rose on the horizon and these heavy eye lids started to close. Night laid a thick black blanket to sleep on once the alarm started ringing, but it was already to late to hear it ring.