Another one of those nights. The incense has gone to my head, amplifying the buzz from my computer by a tenfold. I grab my pack of cloves from the drawer and step outside. The stars are crisp as ever, shining through the trees in my front yard. I am safe here. This is my part of the day, no one elses. I lie down on my driveway and light a clove, staring at the stars. Some Air song floats through my head, clearing it from the noise inside. A walk around the subdivision proves reaffirming to my ownership of this slice of reality.