Here is some nice darkness:
Midnight, turn over. My bed is a boat and I am the captain. My bed is a plane and I am the pilot. My bed is a bicycle and I am riding upright no hands, headed straight to infinity. Keep riding.
- Midnight, and the strung lights decide to turn into spiral loops of firecolor. I close/open my open/closed eyes and watch it all unravel. And watch, until it spirals into darkness.
- Midnight, it is Heather & I refusing to give in to the end of a Saturday night. We are losers. We know it, and instead of heading home after the movie we drive down curving wooded streets, spying on Christmas lit houses. Talking. And talking. And talking.
Something in the road. My instinct is to honk, why the fuck are there ten or so people crossing at this time of night? But. I slow, wait for the headlights to fully illuminate them. And .
- It is three does, four fawn. Prancing. Strutting their beautiful high asses across the street, easy as you please.
And after that we were ready to go home.
- After that I was ready to slide deeper. And sleep.