The dark street stretched beyond my vision, and merged with the proliferating darkness that hinged beyond. Yet there I was, nonchalant, indifferent and seemingly unaffected by the shadowy figures that danced alongside the dilapidated walls that filled the corners of my eyes. I checked my watch. The time read 2.
I appreciated the solidarity that the streets offered, albeit holding on to a slight inclination that all mortality had not succumbed to their slumbering desires, and one might accompany me in this growing mist of darkness.
I raised my head, squinted my enervated eyes at the glaring photons emitted by the flickering street lamp. The surroundings barely made any sense in relation to my existence, one that contrasted with burgeoning crepuscule and twilight. I dug my hands deeper into my pockets, and shivered. The wind howled.
Weariness and impatience mushroomed. Reflexively, I leaned against a parchment plastered wall that probably once belonged to a column for movie adverts. It all seemed so, so very uncanny that I found myself in such a lingering state. Sniffing, I checked my timepiece again, and groaned as realization struck that barely 5 minutes had passed.
My toes wriggled, and my eyebrows twitched. It was getting all so unfamiliar, and just so, cold. The night shade was toying with my senses, and draining the extent to which they performed. A cat screeched in the background, raising my hairs to their ends. I closed my eyes.
Negating the cold whisk that was ruffling my uncombed hair, I struggled to pull myself away from whatever comfort my back-rest was providing. I noticed a crushed can lying aimlessly beside my feet. Shuffling, I jabbed it with my left foot. The resulting clang it emitted echoed off the surrounding walls. Then, silence.
Hugging my trench-coat tighter, I made my way down the gloom engulfed street. I, for one, knew not what lay within, but I felt prepared.
I smiled.
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