Darkened streets, illuminated road signs, torched by the moon. I stood there alone in the middle of the road, head spinning like a psychotic clown top. The gentle breeze tore through my torso, leaving a beating heart, the shape of a fist, suppressing in, suppressing out.

My head stopped spinning, i begin to laugh. A bright light is heading, a truck, an ice cream truck. I silence myself as i stared at the pretty lights. On my right I hear a familiar voice, a scream. I smiled.

Glass shattered as the windshield gave way to my forehead, aluminium sheets dent due to the unbelievable force.

I flew,

I flapped my bloodied arms as I flew.

I could see everything from up here. The mutilated truck with its bleeding heart, the street lamps, flickering off one by one except for the one which was shining at the truck. Everything was dark except for that spotlight.

It was cold. I got scared. I wanna go back. I wanna wake up.